Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

Scarborough, Yorkshire
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
Scarborough, Yorkshire
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Four In The Morning

Rating: 3.3
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.
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Paresh Chakra 11 December 2018
Your writing is very nice
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John Richter 03 June 2015
Liliana ~el, start with your own experiences at four in the morning - and the let her words take you there.
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a glimpse of a life long passed during an era most of us will only read about or see in a movie..very picturesque and imaginative..funny how poetry can transport the reader to places and time not experienced by the reader..in real life...
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Liliana ~el 07 September 2013
What? ... I am seriously lost. Someone please help me; I don't actually think I'm dumb..
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Kelvin Owusu 11 September 2012
i say this, this is an amazing piece very well written well done
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P W 16 September 2008
Sorry, you can't read this glorious absurdity without Walton's amazing music in the background making magic out of genius.
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