Dame Edith Sitwell Cold Poems
- 1. When Cold December
When cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-
Then fading slow
- 2. 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
- 3. The Fan
Closes her slanting eyes:
Dead is she long ago.
From her fan, sliding slow,
- 4. By The Lake
Across the flat and the pastel snow
Two people go…. ‘And do you remember
When last we wandered this shore?'… ‘Ah no!
For it is cold-hearted December.'
- 5. Bells Of Gray Crystal
Bells of gray crystal
Break on each bough-
The swans' breath will mist all
The cold airs now.
- 6. Aubade
Tall as a crane,
The morning light creaks down again;
Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair,