Quote#Nature
I love those skies, thin blue or snowy gray
Quote byElinor Wylie · 1885–1928
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Wild Peaches, 4.
English (original)
I love those skies, thin blue or snowy gray, Those fields sparse-planted, rendering meagre sheaves; That spring, briefer than apple-blossom’s breath, Summer, so much too beautiful to stay, Swift autumn, like a bonfire of leaves, And sleepy winter, like the sleep of death.
— Elinor Wylie
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