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
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
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.
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