Lucifer Sings in Secret by Elinor Wylie
I put my money where my mouth is and got a book of Elinor Wylie’s poetry from the library. This is the second poem I flipped to.
Lucifer Sings in Secret
By Elinor Wylie
I am the broken arrow
From Jehovah’s quiver;
He will not let me sorrow
Forever and ever.
He will give me a new feather
That is white, not red;
He will bind me together
With the hairs of his head.
My shaft will be jointed
Like the young springing corn;
My tip will be pointed
With a painted thorn.
He will be willing
That I lift my voice,
Among all killing
To make my choice;
To harry the wagons
Of the wicked’s retreat;
To murder dragons
Who have licked my feet.
I shall choose the target
His arrow deserves;
I shall trace and mark it
In scarlet curves.
Small and bloody
As a fallen sparrow
My own dead body
SHall receive his arrow.
