Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light The marrow in the bone We dreamed was safe. .… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then, And… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell.… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
The ghost of the heart of manred Cain And the more murderous brain Of Man, still redder Nero that conceived the death… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
The last faint spark In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark, The wounds of the baited bear,-- The… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
The reason why Matthew Arnold, to my feeling, fails entirely as a poet (though no doubt his ideas were good - at least, I… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
“Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
“Said the lion to the lioness - "when you are amber dust - No more a raging fire like the heat of the sun… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
“The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dust The universe, for fear it gain Its freedom from my cube of brain.… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation they do not… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
What is the special privilege of youth? It is, I think, the power of looking forward, the firm belief that the future holds something… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
