Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

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

When Cold December - Poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

WHEN cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees--
Then fading slow
And furred is the snow
As the almond's sweet husk--
And smelling like musk.
The snow amygdaline
Under the eglantine
Where the bristling stars shine
Like a gilt porcupine--
The snow confesses
The little Princesses
On their small chioppines
Dance under the orpines.
See the casuistries
Of their slant fluttering eyes--
Gilt as the zodiac
(Dancing Herodiac).
Only the snow slides
Like gilded myrrh--
From the rose-branches--hides
Rose-roots that stir.


Comments about When Cold December by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

  • Brian Jani (5/16/2014 5:31:00 PM)


    Dame Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (12/8/2012 1:22:00 AM)


    Rose roots. good.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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