Sir Osbert Sitwell

(1892 - 1969 / England)

Sir Osbert Sitwell Poems

1. Progress 7/20/2016
2. On The Coast Of Coromandel 7/20/2016
3. How Shall we Rise to Greet the Dawn? 7/20/2016
4. Babel 7/20/2016
5. The Blind Pedlar 7/20/2016
6. Tears 7/13/2016
7. The Next War 7/20/2016
8. This Generation 7/20/2016
9. Orpheus 1/1/2004

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WHEN Orpheus with his wind-swift fingers
Ripples the strings that gleam like rain,
The wheeling birds fly up and sing,
Hither, thither echoing;
There is a crackling of dry twigs,
A sweeping of leaves along the ground,
Fawny faces and dumb eyes
Peer through the fluttering screens
That mask ferocious teeth and claws
Now tranquil.
As the music sighs up the hill-side,
The young ones hear,
Come skipping, ambling, rolling down,
Their soft ears flapping as they run,
Their fleecy coats catching in the thickets,
Till they lie, listening, round...

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