The poet is the complete lover of mankind. Edith Sitwell More Quotes by Edith Sitwell More Quotes From Edith Sitwell I may say that I think greed about poetry is the only permissible greed - it is, indeed, unavoidable. Edith Sitwell greed poetry thinking The reason why Matthew Arnold, to my feeling, fails entirely as a poet (though no doubt his ideas were good - at least, I am told they were) is that he had no sense of touch whatsoever. Nothing made any impression on his skin. He could feel neither the shape nor the texture of a poem with his hands. Edith Sitwell feelings hands ideas What is the special privilege of youth? It is, I think, the power of looking forward, the firm belief that the future holds something that is worth possessing, and that, therefore, one can let the present moment drop from one without regret and without fear. Edith Sitwell regret special thinking Picasso was a delightful, kindly, friendly, simple little man. When I met him he was extremely excited and overjoyed that his mother-in-law had just died, and he was looking forward to the funeral. Edith Sitwell simple mother men The light would show (if it could harden) Edith Sitwell kitchen garden light The last faint spark Edith Sitwell self dark heart The ghost of the heart of manred Cain Edith Sitwell mother heart men Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm. Edith Sitwell drink alcohol littles I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish. Edith Sitwell catfish eels pool My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table. Edith Sitwell cat heaven firsts Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since. Edith Sitwell hot baby water What the reporters are like! They are mad with excitement at the thought of my approaching demise. Kind Sister Farquhar, my nurse, spends much of her time in throwing them downstairs. But one got in the other day, and asked me if I mind the fact that I must die. Edith Sitwell mad nurse mind By 'happiness' I do not mean worldly success or outside approval, though it would be priggish to deny that both these things are most agreeable. I mean the inner consciousness, the inner conviction that one is doing well the thing that one is best fitted to do by nature. Edith Sitwell would-be happiness mean It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees. Edith Sitwell doe men art When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen. Edith Sitwell envy frustration thinking I'm not the man to baulk at a low smell, Edith Sitwell smell men thinking The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation... they do not want to attract attention. Edith Sitwell dresses want attention If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese? Edith Sitwell pekingese trying looks As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten. Edith Sitwell use men reality [History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust. Edith Sitwell sawdust mills history
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