Dame Edith Sitwell Joy 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. 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
... - 3. 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.'
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