Dame Edith Sitwell

 

 

 Dame Edith Sitwell

 

 

Dame Edith Sitwell

                                 sat by her inkwell

aware

           she had something rarer to say.

 

Rings on her fingers,

                                   feathers on her hat,

 

she loved arranging

                                 word-singsongs her way.

 

Eccentric?

                   I should say not!

                                               It’s just that

I am more alive than most people.

                                                        [Yes.]

“(Moving in classical metres)”

                                                   and—I

am patient with stupidity, but not

with those who are proud of it.

                                                  Genuflect.

 

 

David M. Perkins

  

David M. Perkins’ three poetry volumes: In From Forever, I May or May Not Love You, and Post-Modern Blues are available from Ice Cube Press. His poems, reviews, and essays have appeared in Luminaura, Cæsura, Oziana, Prosetrics, The Wild Word, Willows Wept Review, Caveat Lector, Christopher Street Magazine, and for the Wordsworth Trust (UK) among others. Onetime bookstore owner and former university press publishing professional, he’s currently owned by a blue-point Siamese cat named Wystan