“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… — Earle Birney Copy Share Image
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… — Earle Birney Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
It is not easy to free myth from reality or rear this fellow up to lutch, lurch with them in the tranced dancing of… — Earle Birney Copy Share Image
Through the cold time she holds me with evergreen devotion she bears up my whiteness. — Earle Birney Copy Share Image
“Since we had always sky about, when we had eagles they flew out leaving no shadow bigger then wrens' to trouble our most aeromantic… — Earle Birney Copy Share Image
