Dame Edith Sitwell Hair Poems
- 1. 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
... - 2. Interlude
Amid this hot green glowing gloom
A word falls with a raindrop's boom…
Like baskets of ripe fruit in air
... - 3. Came The Great Popinjay
Came the great Popinjay
Smelling his nosegay:
In cages like grots
The birds sang gavottes.
... - 4. Aubade
Jane, Jane,
Tall as a crane,
The morning light creaks down again;
Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair,
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