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[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.
Edith Sitwell
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Edith Sitwell
Age: 77 †
Born: 1887
Born: September 7
Died: 1964
Died: December 9
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Scarborough
North Yorkshire
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
Edith Louisa Sitwell
Dame Edith Sitwell
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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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As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.
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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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If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.
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The last faint spark In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark, The wounds of the baited bear,-- The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat On his helpless flesh . . . the tears of the hunted hare.
Edith Sitwell
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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The light would show (if it could harden) Eternities of kitchen garden
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The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation... they do not want to attract attention.
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If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?
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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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The poet is the complete lover of mankind.
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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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I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.
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My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
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... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.
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Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
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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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All great art contains an element of the irrational.
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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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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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