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[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.

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Edith Sitwell
Age: 77 †
Born: 1887
Born: September 7
Died: 1964
Died: December 9
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Literary Critic
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Scarborough
North Yorkshire
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
Edith Louisa Sitwell
Dame Edith Sitwell
Miss Edith
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Sawdust
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In the Augustan age ... poetry was ... the sister of architecture with the romantics, and their heightened vowel-sense, resulting in different melodic lines, she became the sister of music in the present day, she appears like the sister of horticulture, each poem growing according to the law of its own nature.
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As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.
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I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.
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I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.
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I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.
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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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The poet is a brother speaking to a brother of a moment of their other lives - a moment that had been buried beneath the dust of the busy world.
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I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.
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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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Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
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it is as unseeing to ask what is the use of poetry as it would be to ask what is the use of religion.
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It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.
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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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A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.
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I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
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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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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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The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.
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The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then, And no more love Gone is the heart of Man.
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