Through the cold time she holds me with evergreen devotion she bears up my whiteness.

- Earle Birney

It is not easy to free myth from reality or rear this fellow up to lutch, lurch with them in the tranced dancing of men.

- Earle Birney

The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.

- Earle Birney

Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance of tensions, when there's neither neurotic prostration nor cold rationality, but an a…

- Earle Birney

The history of the development of contemporary writing in Vancouver from 1946 to 1960 is pretty largely a one-man show, and that man was me.

- Earle Birney