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Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell Poems

  • Scotch Rhapsody
    Do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon,
    On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day! '
    Said the huntsman, playing on his old bagpipe,
    Boring to death the pheasant and the snipe â?? ...
  • Heart And Mind
    SAID the Lion to the Lioness-'When you are amber dust,-
    No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun
    (No liking but all lust)-
    Remember still the flowering of the amber blood and bone, ...
  • The Lady With The Sewing-machine
    Across the fields as green as spinach,
    Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,

    Stands a high house; if at all, ...
  • Four In The Morning
    Cried the navy-blue ghost
    Of Mr. Belaker
    The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
    "Why did the cock crow, ...
  • Came The Great Popinjay
    CAME the great Popinjay
    Smelling his nosegay:
    In cages like grots
    The birds sang gavottes. ...
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Petloverhermine: 07sept/1887: dame edith louisa sitwell is born in scarborough, north riding of yorkshire, england.
T__twitt: george platt lynes, portrait of edith sitwell, 1937 dame edith louisa sitwell, dbe (1887 – 1964) was a british poet and critic included in the book of beauty by cecil beaton
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