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White as a winding sheet,
Masks blowing down the street:
Moscow, Paris London, Vienna — all are undone.
The drums of death are mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling,
Mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling,
The world's floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking.

— Edith Sitwell

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I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.

The Last Years of a Rebel (1967)

My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

Taken Care Of (1965)

People are usually made Dames for virtues I do not possess.

The Last Years of a Rebel (1967)

Mother or Murderer, you have
given or taken life —
Now all is one!

The Canticle of the Rose (1949)

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