Edith Sitwell
Edith Sitwell
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell DBEwas a British poet and critic and the eldest of the three literary Sitwells...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 September 1877
eels pool catfish
I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.
people dames virtue
People are usually made Dames for virtues I do not possess.
dream fashion three
I wouldn't dream of following a fashion... how could one be a different person every three months?
death awful nuisance
I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.
animal being-human humans
I have never, in all my life, been so odious as to regard myself as 'superior' to any living being, human or animal. I just walked alone - as I have always walked alone.
art
the arts are life accelerated and concentrated.
art magic shapes
Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity ...
beautiful writing virginia
Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.
happiness mean would-be
By 'happiness' I do not mean worldly success or outside approval, though it would be priggish to deny that both these things are most agreeable. I mean the inner consciousness, the inner conviction that one is doing well the thing that one is best fitted to do by nature.
spring heart blood
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.
paris white crumbling
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.
sleep reality sea
Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me.
baby water hot
Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.
rain fall loss
Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.