Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

Scarborough, Yorkshire
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
Scarborough, Yorkshire
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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,
Sounding like an overtone
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P W 16 September 2008
It's not the words that count it's the wonderful, galloping music.
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