Edith Sitwell quotes - page 3

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable. (Edith Sitwell)
White as a winding sheet, Masks blowing down the street: Moscow, Paris London, Vienna - all are undone. The drums of death are mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling, Mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling, The world's floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking. View quote
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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. View quote
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The poet is a brother speaking to a brother of "a moment of their other lives" View quote
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Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man Was once a child who among beasts has lain - "Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee." View quote
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Let us speak of our madness. We are always being called mad. View quote
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The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies. View quote
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And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare - Bright pilgrim - past our ken, should see Hints of Reality. View quote
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Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light -. View quote
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Within your magic web of hair, lies furled The fire and splendour of the ancient world. View quote
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The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me. (Edith Sitwell)
The world's floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking. View quote
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The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and whiteAs powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy:The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies;And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare - Bright pilgrim - past our ken, should see Hints of Reality. View quote
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Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light - The marrow in the bone We dreamed was safe. . . the blood in the veins, the sap in the tree Were springs of Deity. View quote
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Let us speak of our madness. We are always being called mad. If we are mad - we and our brothers in America who are walking hand in hand with us in the vanguard of progress - at least we are mad in company with most of our great predecessors and all the most intelligent foreigners. Beethoven, Schumann, and Wagner, Shelley, Blake, Keats, Coleridge, Wordsworth were all mad in turn. We shall be proud to join them in the Asylum to which they are now consigned. View quote
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There are people, also, who cannot believe that beauty and gaiety are a part of goodness. When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen. View quote
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