Edith Sitwell - Heart Quotes

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Still falls the Rain —
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:
He bears in His Heart all wounds, — those of the light that died,
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark...

Edith Sitwell
See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament:
It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart
That holds the fires of the world, — dark-smirched with pain
As Caesar's laurel crown. Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among beasts has lain —
"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."

Edith Sitwell
The living blind and seeing Dead together lie
As if in love... There was no more hating then,
And no more love; Gone is the heart of Man.

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Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the
Light —
The marrow in the bone
We dreamed was safe... the blood in the veins, the
sap in the tree
Were springs of Deity.

Edith Sitwell
All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart, and is, in Emerson's phrase, a larger imbibing of the common heart.

Edith Sitwell
Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.

Edith Sitwell
The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun
Is greater than all gold, more powerful
Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes
Like all that grows or leaps... so is the heart
More powerful than all dust.

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The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
Is but a foolish wind.

Edith Sitwell
Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe, and restores to us forgotten paradises.

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But I saw the little-Ant men as they ran
Carrying the world's weight of the world's filth
And the filth in the heart of Man--
Compressed till those lusts and greeds had a greater heat
than that of the Sun.

Edith Sitwell