Solo For Ear-Trumpet (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
The carriage brushes through the brightLeaves (violent jets from life to light);Strong polished speed is plunging, heavesBetween the showers of ...
Dame Edith Sitwell Poems (18 Poems)
Heart And Mind (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
SAID the Lion to the Lioness-'When you are amber dust,-No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun(No ...
Portrait Of A Barmaid (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Metallic waves of people jarThrough crackling green toward the barWhere on the tables chattering-whiteThe sharp drinks quarrel with the light.Those ...
The Lady With The Sewing-Machi (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Across the fields as green as spinach,Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,Stands a high house; if at all,Spring comes ...
Eventail (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Lovely SemiramisCloses her slanting eyes:Dead is she long ago,From her fan sliding slowParrot-bright fire's feathersGilded as June weathers,Plumes like the ...
The Dancers: (During A Great Battle, 1916) (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
The floors are slippery with blood:The world gyrates too. God is goodThat while His wind blows out the lightFor those ...
Interlude (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Mid this hot green glowing gloomA word falls with a raindrop's boom...Like baskets of ripe fruit in airThe bird-songs seem, ...
Poetry (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Enobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes ...
Aubade (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again; Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down ...
Clowns’ Houses (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon's eye, Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; All ...
The Fan (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead is she long ago. From her fan, sliding slow, Parrot-bright fire's feathers, Gilded ...
Came the Great Popinjay (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. 'Herodiade's flea Was named sweet ...
Answers (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Answers (Dame Edith Sitwell)
Still Falls the Rain (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Still falls the Rain--- Dark as the world of man, black as our loss--- Blind as the nineteen hundred and ...
When Cold December (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-- Then fading slow And furred is the ...
Bells Of Gray Crystal (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Bells of gray crystal Break on each bough-- The swans' breath will mist all The cold airs now. Like tall ...
Four in the Morning (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. Belaker The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker, "Why did the cock crow, Why am I lost, ...
By The Lake (Dame Edith Sitwell Poems)
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow Two people go . . . . 'And do you remember When last ...