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It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.

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Edith Sitwell
Age: 77 †
Born: 1887
Born: September 7
Died: 1964
Died: December 9
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Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.
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I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.
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As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.
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My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
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The reason why Matthew Arnold, to my feeling, fails entirely as a poet (though no doubt his ideas were good - at least, I am told they were) is that he had no sense of touch whatsoever. Nothing made any impression on his skin. He could feel neither the shape nor the texture of a poem with his hands.
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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 of goldfish.
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The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
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[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.
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Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?
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I wouldn't dream of following a fashion... how could one be a different person every three months?
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Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
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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.
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Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.
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All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.
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The light would show (if it could harden) Eternities of kitchen garden
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Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.
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Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning. Rhythm was described by Schopenhauer as melody deprived of its pitch.
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Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe, and restores to us forgotten paradises.
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... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.
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I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.
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