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 in pearly monotones.
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
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
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
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…
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
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 …
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
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.
If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now. - Elinor Wylie
If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.
If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground. - Elinor Wylie
If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground.
I bear a little more than I can bear. - Elinor Wylie
I bear a little more than I can bear.
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
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.
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
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.
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