It is not heaven: bitter seed
Leavens its entrails with despair
It is a star where dragons breed:
Devils have a footing there.
The sky has bent it out of shape;
The sun has strapped it to his wheel;
Its course is crooked to escape
Traps and gins of stone and steel.
It balances on air, and spins
Snared by strong transparent space;
I forgive it all its sins;
I kiss the scars upon its face.
Poor Earth
Elinor Morton Wylie
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Poem topics: despair, heaven, kiss, sky, space, star, sun, steel, strong, face, forgive, bitter, shape, stone, wheel, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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