Das genial entworfene Bild einer britischen Tugend, die von kontinentalen Beobachtern häufig fassungslos belächelt, in England aber als selbstverständlicher Bestandteil der Alltagskultur geschätzt und seit Jahrhunderten gepflegt wird: der Exzentrik. Sie vereint Aristokraten und Dienstpersonal, Bürger und Künstler, Stadt und Land und die beiden Geschlechter im hemmungslosen Zelebrieren ihrer Individualität. Dame Edith Sitwell, selbst Exzentrikerin von höchsten Graden, hat ihnen ein bleibendes Denkmal errichtet.
The Queens and the Hive - Edith Sitwell 1963 The Reprint Society Vintage Hardback Book Good vintage condition , no dustcover No writing or inscriptions Dimensions 15 x 22 cm Please look closely at the photos as they are part of the description and are the actual books you will receive. My books are vintage and preloved. Will wrap and pack very carefully. Will post worldwide. Any questions please ask. Postage can be combined with anything on my shop . In the unlikely event you do encounter a problem, please do message me first to resolve it, and I will do my best to help
Edith Sitwell, English poet who first gained fame for her stylistic artifices but who emerged during World War II as a poet of emotional depth and profoundly human concerns. She was equally famed for her formidable personality, Elizabethan dress, and eccentric opinions.
On my trip to North Yorkshire, I heard that there is a Sitwell’s house in Scarborough is open to visitors. I immediately went there with the thought that suddenly I would see pictures or drawings of Tchelitchev there! Pavel Tchelitchev made quite a few portraits of Edith Sitwell - an English aristoc
The English poet Dame Edith Sitwell . She was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire into a literary family. Her works incluce Street Songs and The Outcasts .
Clowns' Houses BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon's eye, Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; All wand'ring sounds that pass Seemed out of tune, as if the light Were fiddle-strings pulled tight. The market-square with spire and bell Clanged out the hour in Hell; The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare --Bright pilgrim--past our ken, should see Hints of Reality. Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green, Tall trees like rattles lean, And jangle sharp and dissily; But when night falls they sign Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in, His face more white than sin, Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare Each cherry, plum, and pear. Then underneath the veiled eyes Of houses, darkness lies-- Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer They cleave the sly dumb air. Blind are those houses, paper-thin Old shadows hid therein, With sly and crazy movements creep Like marionettes, and weep. Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me. Edith Sitwell
Edith Sitwell multiple exposure, Cecil Beaton, 1962. “The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell – unquestionably. You just couldn’t take a…
Edith Sitwell (1887-1964) first met Cecil Beaton (1904-1980) on 7 December 1926 at the home of Allannah Hooper, a mutual friend who...
Title: Street songs / by Edith Sitwell Author/Editor: Edith Sitwell Publisher: London : Macmillan & Company Limited Date: 1942 Format: Hardcover Condition: Very Good Condition Description: Dust jacket in very good condition. Minor shelf and handling wear, overall a clean solid copy with minimal signs of use. Previous owner's signature on front free end page. The binding suffers minor loosening due to age and wear, but remains secure and in-tact; the pages are clean and unmarked. Secure packaging for safe delivery.
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On the 9th of December 1964, Dame Edith Sitwell, a British poet and critic, died in London. Both as an artist and as a public personality, she was a provocative and controversial figure. Her poetry…
Edith Sitwell multiple exposure, Cecil Beaton, 1962. “The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell – unquestionably. You just couldn’t take a…
Edith a rapariga de vestido vermelho Edith Sitwell nascida numa família aristocrática de antiga linhagem britânica, irá constituir uma fam...
Edith Sitwell, English poet who first gained fame for her stylistic artifices but who emerged during World War II as a poet of emotional depth and profoundly human concerns. She was equally famed for her formidable personality, Elizabethan dress, and eccentric opinions.
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Edith a rapariga de vestido vermelho Edith Sitwell nascida numa família aristocrática de antiga linhagem britânica, irá constituir uma fam...
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Clowns' Houses BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon's eye, Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; All wand'ring sounds that pass Seemed out of tune, as if the light Were fiddle-strings pulled tight. The market-square with spire and bell Clanged out the hour in Hell; The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare --Bright pilgrim--past our ken, should see Hints of Reality. Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green, Tall trees like rattles lean, And jangle sharp and dissily; But when night falls they sign Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in, His face more white than sin, Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare Each cherry, plum, and pear. Then underneath the veiled eyes Of houses, darkness lies-- Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer They cleave the sly dumb air. Blind are those houses, paper-thin Old shadows hid therein, With sly and crazy movements creep Like marionettes, and weep. Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me. Edith Sitwell
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“Eccentricity is not […] a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat …
Edith Sitwell: English Eccentrics Penguin, 1971 cover photograph by Cecil Beaton
Edith Sitwell multiple exposure, Cecil Beaton, 1962. “The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell – unquestionably. You just couldn’t take a…
Edith a rapariga de vestido vermelho Edith Sitwell nascida numa família aristocrática de antiga linhagem britânica, irá constituir uma fam...
