About Dame Edith Sitwell
1887 - 1964/EnglishEdith Sitwell was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire, of aristocratic but eccentric parentage of Lord George Sitwell and ex-socialite Lady Ida Sitwell of Renishaw Hall. She would later claim that she was descended from the Plantagenets. She had two younger br
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Poetry & Stories
Came the Great Popinjay
CAME the great PopinjaySmelling his nosegay:
By The Lake
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snowTwo people go . . . . 'And do you remember
The Fan
LOVELY SemiramisCloses her slanting eyes:
Answers
I kept my answers small and kept them near;Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
When Cold December
WHEN cold DecemberFroze to grisamber
About Dame Edith Sitwell
Dame Edith Sitwell: Quick Answers
Who is Dame Edith Sitwell?
1887 - 1964/EnglishEdith Sitwell was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire, of aristocratic but eccentric parentage of Lord George Sitwell and ex-socialite Lady Ida Sitwell of Renishaw Hall. She would later claim that she was descended from the Plantagenets.
Where can I read Dame Edith Sitwell's poetry?
Kavishala has 10 poems and stories by Dame Edith Sitwell, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Dame Edith Sitwell
Came the Great Popinjay
CAME the great PopinjaySmelling his nosegay:
By The Lake
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snowTwo people go . . . . 'And do you remember
The Fan
LOVELY SemiramisCloses her slanting eyes:
Answers
I kept my answers small and kept them near;Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
When Cold December
WHEN cold DecemberFroze to grisamber
Clowns' Houses
BENEATH the flat and paper skyThe sun, a demon's eye,
Still Falls the Rain
Still falls the Rain---Dark as the world of man, black as our loss---
Bells Of Gray Crystal
Bells of gray crystalBreak on each bough--
Aubade
JANE, Jane,Tall as a crane,
Four in the Morning
Cried the navy-blue ghostOf Mr. Belaker
Selected Quotes by Dame Edith Sitwell (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
ACROSS the flat and the pastel snowTwo people go . . . . 'And do you remember
BENEATH the flat and paper skyThe sun, a demon's eye,
Bells of gray crystalBreak on each bough--
CAME the great PopinjaySmelling his nosegay:
LOVELY SemiramisCloses her slanting eyes:
Still falls the Rain---Dark as the world of man, black as our loss---
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