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Since we had always sky about, when we had eagles they flew out leaving no shadow bigger then wrens' to trouble our most aeromantic hens. Too busy bridging loneliness to be alone we hacked in ties what Emily etched in bone. We French, we English, never lost our civil war, Endure it still, a bloodless civil bore; No wounded lying about, no Whitman wanted. It's only by our lack of ghosts we're haunted.
Earle Birney -
The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.
Earle Birney
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Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance of tensions, when there's neither neurotic prostration nor cold rationality, but an aura of energy and a drive to grasp personal "truths" still emerging into perception. To grasp and to shape them.
Earle Birney -
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 Sun never sets. It is we who rise think to shine.
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