Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

(7 September 1887 - 9 December 1964 / Scarborough, Yorkshire)

Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell Poems

1. Scotch Rhapsody 3/9/2012
2. Eventail 4/2/2010
3. Solo For Ear-Trumpet 4/2/2010
4. Interlude 4/2/2010
5. The Lady With The Sewing-Machine 4/2/2010
6. Poetry 4/2/2010
7. The Dancers: (During A Great Battle, 1916) 4/2/2010
8. The Web Of Eros 4/2/2010
9. Portrait Of A Barmaid 4/2/2010
10. Bells Of Gray Crystal 1/13/2003
11. Came The Great Popinjay 1/1/2004
12. Heart And Mind 4/2/2010
13. The Fan 1/1/2004
14. By The Lake 1/1/2004
15. Aubade 1/1/2004
16. When Cold December 1/1/2004
17. Clowns' Houses 1/1/2004
18. Four In The Morning 1/1/2004
19. Still Falls The Rain 1/1/2004

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Still Falls The Rain

Still falls the Rain---
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss---
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.

Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet

On the Tomb:
Still falls the Rain

In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain
Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain.

Still falls the Rain
At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross.
Christ that...

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JANE, Jane,
Tall as a crane,
The morning light creaks down again;

Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair,
Jane, Jane, come down the stair.

Each dull blunt wooden stalactite
Of rain creaks, hardened by the light,

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