Edith Sitwell Quotes (displaying: 1 - 26 of 26 quotes)
The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dustThe universe, for fear it gainIts freedom from my cube of brain.Yet dust bears seeds that grow to graceBehind my crude-striped wooden faceAs I, a puppet tinsel-pinkLeap on my springs, learn how to thin?Till like the trembling golden stalkOf some long-petalled star, I walkThrough the dark heavens, and the dewFalls on my eyes and sense thrills through.
Solo For Ear-Trumpet The carriage brushes through the brightLeaves (violent jets from life to light);Strong polished speed is plunging, heavesBetween the showers of bright hot leavesThe window-glasses glaze our facesAnd jar them to the very basis? But they could never put a polishUpon my manners or abolishMy most distinct disinclinationFor calling on a rich relation!In her house? (bulwark built betweenThe life man lives and visions seen)? The sunlight hiccups white as chalk,Grown drunk with emptiness of talk,And silence hisses like a snake? Invertebrate and rattling ach?.Then suddenly EternityDrowns all the houses like a seaAnd down the street the Trump of DoomBlares madly? shakes the drawing-roomWhere raw-edged shadows sting forlornAs dank dark nettles. Down the hornOf her ear-trumpet I conveyThe news that 'It is Judgment Day!''Speak louder: I don't catch, my dear.'I roared: 'It is the Trump we hear!''The What?' 'THE TRUMP!' 'I shall complain!
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 my mind, Make it tidy, make it kind, You shall not: I'll keep it free. Though you turn earth, sky and sea. To a patchwork quilt to keep. Your mind snug and warm in sleep!
Answers I kept my answers small and kept them near; Big questions bruised my mind but still I let. Small answers be a bullwark to my fear. The huge abstractions I kept from the light; Small things I handled and caressed and loved. I let the stars assume the whole of night. But the big answers clamoured to be moved Into my life. Their great audacity. Shouted to be acknowledged and believed. Even when all small answers build up to. Protection of my spirit, still I hear. Big answers striving for their overthrow. And all the great conclusions coming near
Said the lion to the lioness - "when you are amber dust - No more a raging fire like the heat of the sun(no liking but all lust) - Remember still the flowering of the amber bloodand bone, the rippling of bright muscles likea sea, Remember the rose-prickles of bright paws. Though we shall mate no more. Till the fire of that sun and the moon - Cold bone are one"Said the skeleton lying upon thesands of time - "The great gold planet thatis the mourning heatof the sun. Is greater than all gold, more powerful. Than the tawny body of a lion that fireconsumes. Like all that grows or leaps... sois the heart. More powerful than all dust. Once. I was hercules. Or Samson, strong as the pillars of theseas: But the flames of the heart. Consumed me, andthe mind. Is but a foolish wind.