20 Quotes by Elinor Wylie

The winter will be short, the summer long,The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.

Velvet ShoesLet us walk in the white snowIn a soundless space;With footsteps quiet and slow,At a tranquil pace,Under veils of white lace.I shall go shod in silk,And you in wool,White as a white cow's milk,More beautifulThan the breast of a gull.We shall walk through the still townIn a windless peace;We shall step upon white down,Upon silver fleece,Upon softer than these.We shall walk in velvet shoes:Wherever we goSilence will fall like dewsOn white silence below.We shall walk in the snow.

The icicles wreathing On trees in festoonSwing, swayed to our breathing: They’re made of the moon.

I love bright words, words up and singing early;Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

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.

I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.

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

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.

I bear a little more than I can bear.