Edith sitwell how many heavens

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Allow this favorite library to be seen by others Keep this favorite library private. Save Cancel. Find a copy in the library Finding libraries that hold this item The British poet, sister to Osbert and Sacheverell Sitwell, published poetry continuously from , some of it abstract and set to music.

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Who has grown wise with age, cried "Not alone. Am I within my silence" The yellow straws of light. Whereof the sun has built his nest, cry "Bright. Is the world, the yellow straw. My brother, -- God is the straw within the straw: -- All. He is the sea of ripeness and the sweet apple's emerald lore. So you my flame of grass, my root of the world from. Or you, my hawthorn bough of the stars, now leaning low.

Through the day, for your flowers to kiss my lips,. He is the core of the heart of love, and He, beyond. Posted by Unknown at PM.