Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell Poems
- Four In The Morning Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. ...
- Still Falls The Rain Still falls the Rain--- Dark as the ...
- Clowns' Houses BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a ...
- When Cold December WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber ...
- Aubade JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light ...
- The Fan LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead ...
- By The Lake ACROSS the flat and the pastel snow Two people ...
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.
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).
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 ...