Who is Dame Edith Sitwell

Dame Edith SitwellPortrait of Sitwell by Roger Fry, 1915Born(1887-09-07)7 September 1887
Scarborough, North Yorkshire, EnglandDied9 December 1964(1964-12-09) (aged 77)
London, EnglandOccupationPoetNationality
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Dame Edith Sitwell Poems

  • When Cold December
    When cold December
    Froze to grisamber
    The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-
    Then fading slow...
  • The Web Of Eros
    Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
    The fire and splendour of the ancient world;
    The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;
    The songs that turned to gold the evening air...
  • The Fan
    Lovely Semiramis
    Closes her slanting eyes:
    Dead is she long ago.
    From her fan, sliding slow,...
  • Interlude
    Amid this hot green glowing gloom
    A word falls with a raindrop's boom…

    Like baskets of ripe fruit in air...
  • Clowns' Houses
    Beneath the flat and paper sky
    The sun, a demon's eye,
    Glowed through the air, that mask of glass;
    All wand'ring sounds that pass...
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Cold 6 Hair 4 Dance 3 Bright 3 Snow 3 Long 3 Green 3 Joy 3 Light 3 Mind 2


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