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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 Street Songs (1942)

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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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