I was going through my old Life Magazine book and came across this extraordinary face, Edith Sitwell a truly interesting modern poet.
Bells Of Gray Crystal
Bells of gray crystal
Break on each bough--
The swans' breath will mist all
The cold airs now.
Like tall pagodas
Two people go,
Trail their long codas
Of talk through the snow.
Lonely are these
And lonely and I ....
The clouds, gray Chinese geese
Sleek through the sky. "
i like the angle
ReplyDeleteIncredible poetry I thought I was well versed in poetry. How I could have missed her poetry all these years.....what a shame
ReplyDelete