Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

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

Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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Edith Sitwell was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire, the only daughter of the eccentric Sir George Sitwell, 4th Baronet, of Renishaw Hall; he was an expert on genealogy and landscaping. Her mother was the former Lady Ida Emily Augusta Denison, a daughter of the Earl of Londesborough and a granddaughter of Henry Somerset, 7th Duke of Beaufort. She claimed a descent through female lines from the Plantagenets.

Childhood

Sitwell had two younger brothers, Osbert (1892-1969) and Sacheverell Sitwell (1897-1988) both distinguished authors, well-known literary figures in their own right, and long-term collaborators. Sacheverell married a Canadian woman, Georgia Doble, in 1925 and ... more »

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  • ''I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty.... But I am too busy thinking about myself.''
    Dame Edith Sitwell (1887-1964), British poet. Quoted in Observer (London, April 30, 1950).
  • ''Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.''
    Dame Edith Sitwell (1887-1964), British poet, critic. Taken Care Of, ch. 19 (1965).
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  • Rookie - 54 Points Isaac Parrack (7/16/2015 12:55:00 PM)

    She was such a wondrous poet and, unfortunately, never seems to get the praise she deserves!

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Best Poem of Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

Four In The Morning

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.
Is she real, as she flirts with me unafraid?
I raced through the leaves as white as water...
Ghostly, flowed over the nursemaid, caught her,
Left her...edging the far-off sand
Is the foam of the ...

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