Dame Edith Sitwell Green Poems
- 1. The Fan
Lovely Semiramis
Closes her slanting eyes:
Dead is she long ago.
From her fan, sliding slow,
... - 2. Interlude
Amid this hot green glowing gloom
A word falls with a raindrop's boom…
Like baskets of ripe fruit in air
... - 3. 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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