“The
poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered
and forgotten.” – Edith Sitwell
Born in Britain on Sept. 7, 1867 Sitwell was both a patron
of the writing and art worlds and a critic and noted poet herself. She started
writing while still in grammar school and had her first poem, The Drowned
Suns, published in London’s Daily Mirror in 1913. A patron of rising young poets like Dylan Thomas she also authored hundreds of poems, many of which remain popular and several that have been set to music.
For Saturday’s Poem, here is Sitwell’s
Answers
I kept
my answers small and kept them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bullwark to my fear.
The huge abstractions I kept from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.
But the big answers clamored to be moved
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bullwark to my fear.
The huge abstractions I kept from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.
But the big answers clamored to be moved
Into my
life. Their great audacity
Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.
Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, still I hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow.
And all the great conclusions coming near.
Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.
Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, still I hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow.
And all the great conclusions coming near.
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