Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
Edith SitwellRead
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Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.
The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
Poetry is the deification of reality.
As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.
Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.
What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?
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