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The Doll
The Doll
Elinor Wylie
"For Woman's manly god must not exceed Proportions of the natural nursing size." —George Meredith
I SHAPED him from almond paste gilded his nails, I moulded him a wasp waist In green swallow tails.
Under waxen eyelids His eyes were black pearls; His brows were thin as spider-threads Traced in crescent curls.
I poured enamel, smooth as cream To laquer yellow locks; I laid my creature of a dream In a clear crystal box.
At midnight, at midnight, I dance for his sake, Suckling him on liquid light And crumbs of honey-cake.
