Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell Poems
- Four In The Morning Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. ...
- Still Falls The Rain Still falls the Rain--- Dark as the ...
- Clowns' Houses BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a ...
- When Cold December WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber ...
- By The Lake ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow Two people ...
- Aubade JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light ...
- The Fan LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead ...
Edith Sitwell was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire, the only daughter of the eccentric Sir George Sitwell, 4th Baronet, of Renishaw Hall; he was an expert on genealogy and landscaping. Her mother was the former Lady Ida Emily Augusta Denison, a daughter of the Earl of Londesborough and a granddaughter of Henry Somerset, 7th Duke of Beaufort. She claimed a descent through female lines from the Plantagenets.
Sitwell had two younger brothers, Osbert (1892-1969) and Sacheverell Sitwell (1897-1988) both distinguished authors, well-known literary figures in their own right, and long-term collaborators. Sacheverell married a Canadian woman, Georgia Doble, in 1925 and ... more »
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''I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty.... But I am too busy thinking about myself.''Dame Edith Sitwell (1887-1964), British poet. Quoted in Observer (London, April 30, 1950).
''Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.''Dame Edith Sitwell (1887-1964), British poet, critic. Taken Care Of, ch. 19 (1965).
Four In The Morning
Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
"Why did the cock crow,
Why am I lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd?
The tropical leaves are whispering white
As water; I race the wind in my flight.
The white lace houses are carried away
By the tide; far out they float and sway.
White is the nursemaid on the parade.
Is she real, as she flirts with me unafraid?
I raced through the leaves as white as water...
Ghostly, flowed over the nursemaid, caught her,
Left her...edging the far-off sand
Is the foam of the ...