The Next War (Osbert Sitwell Poems)
The long war had ended.Its miseries had grown faded.Deaf men became difficult to talk to,Heroes became bores.Those alchemistsWho had converted ...
Osbert Sitwell Poems on World (3 Poems)
Babel (Osbert Sitwell Poems)
Therefore is the name of it called BabelAnd still we stood and stared far downInto that ember-glowing townWhich every shaft ...
Tears (Osbert Sitwell Poems)
Silence o'erwhelms the melody of Night,Then slowly drips on to the woods that sighFor their past vivid vernal ecstasy.The branches ...