Quote

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

Edith Sitwell

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Edith Sitwell
Age: 77 †
Born: 1887
Born: September 7
Died: 1964
Died: December 9
Biographer
Essayist
Literary Critic
Poet
Writer
Scarborough
North Yorkshire
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
Edith Louisa Sitwell
Dame Edith Sitwell
Miss Edith
Life
Moment
Smothered
Use
Usefulness
Speak
Uses
Moments
Forgotten
Reality
Poet
Many
Poetry
Make
Holy
Men
Days
Deification

More quotes by Edith Sitwell

Image
... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.
Edith Sitwell
Image
Picasso was a delightful, kindly, friendly, simple little man. When I met him he was extremely excited and overjoyed that his mother-in-law had just died, and he was looking forward to the funeral.
Edith Sitwell
Image
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.
Edith Sitwell
Image
What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.
Edith Sitwell
Image
It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.
Edith Sitwell
Image
I may say that I think greed about poetry is the only permissible greed - it is, indeed, unavoidable.
Edith Sitwell
Image
I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.
Edith Sitwell
Image
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.
Edith Sitwell
Image
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.
Edith Sitwell
Image
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.
Edith Sitwell
Image
I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.
Edith Sitwell
Image
[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.
Edith Sitwell
Image
I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.
Edith Sitwell
Image
I wouldn't dream of following a fashion... how could one be a different person every three months?
Edith Sitwell
Image
I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.
Edith Sitwell
Image
I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
Edith Sitwell
Image
If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.
Edith Sitwell
Image
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
Edith Sitwell
Image
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.
Edith Sitwell
Image
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