Elinor Wylie
Elinor Wylie
Elinor Morton Wyliewas an American poet and novelist popular in the 1920s and 1930s. "She was famous during her life almost as much for her ethereal beauty and personality as for her melodious, sensuous poetry."...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 September 1885
CitySomerville, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
sight soul moles
If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground.
hope lying blue
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.
bears littles i-can
I bear a little more than I can bear.
hate looks landscape
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.
moon wings imagination
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.
art judging cooking
I have never cared very deeply about the actual taste of my work. Let its essential odor satisfy my mind and senses, and I am content. I rarely judge by the grosser test of actual gustation ... in cooking, to create a masterpiece for the nose alone - that is exquisite, that is Art!
strength prayer littles
My lord, adjudge my strength, and set me where I bear a little more than I can bear.
lying blue saint
I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen sheet, On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, Narrow and cold and neat.
summer sweet fall
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all. The squirrels in their silver fur will fall Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.
stones ifs
If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.
spring winter pigs
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.
imagination heaven able
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.
years aging mask
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.
steel dry splits
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 than if I were stone or steel.