Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

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

Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell Poems

1. Scotch Rhapsody 3/9/2012
2. Interlude 4/2/2010
3. Eventail 4/2/2010
4. Solo For Ear-Trumpet 4/2/2010
5. The Dancers: (During A Great Battle, 1916) 4/2/2010
6. Poetry 4/2/2010
7. The Lady With The Sewing-Machine 4/2/2010
8. The Web Of Eros 4/2/2010
9. Portrait Of A Barmaid 4/2/2010
10. Heart And Mind 4/2/2010
11. Bells Of Gray Crystal 1/13/2003
12. Came The Great Popinjay 1/1/2004
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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Bells Of Gray Crystal

Bells of gray crystal
Break on each bough--
The swans' breath will mist all
The cold airs now.
Like tall pagodas
Two people go,
Trail their long codas
Of talk through the snow.
Lonely are these
And lonely and I ....
The clouds, gray Chinese geese
Sleek through the sky.

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