“All day long you sit and sew, Stitch life down for fear it grow, Stitch life down for fear we guess At the hidden ugliness. Dusty voice that throbs with heat, Hoping with your steel-thin beat To put stitches in… — 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
