An old earthen pipe like myself is dry and thirsty and so a most voracious drinker of life at its source; I'm no more to be split by the vital stream…

- Elinor Wylie

The bird Imagination, That flies so far, that dies so soon; Her wings are colored like the sun, Her breast is colored like the moon.

- Elinor Wylie

Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones There's something in this richness that I hate. I love the look, austere, immaculate, Of landscapes drawn …

- Elinor Wylie

In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.

- Elinor Wylie

Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover; A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year; The spring begins before the winter's over.

- Elinor Wylie

I bear a little more than I can bear.

- Elinor Wylie

If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground.

- Elinor Wylie

If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.

- Elinor Wylie

When strawberries go begging, and the sleek Blue plums lie open to the blackbird's beak, We shall live well--we shall live very well.

- Elinor Wylie