The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dust … - Edith Sitwell

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The fusty showman fumbles, must
Fit in a particle of dust

The universe, for fear it gain
Its freedom from my cube of brain.

Yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace
Behind my crude-striped wooden face

As I, a puppet tinsel-pink
Leap on my springs, learn how to think — Till like the trembling golden stalk
Of some long-petalled star, I walk

Through the dark heavens, and the dew
Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through.

Edith Sitwell

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poem at-the-fair springing-jack

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About Edith Sitwell

Edith Sitwell (7 September 1887 – 9 December 1964) was an English poet and critic.

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Alternative Names: Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell • Edith Louisa Sitwell • Dame Edith Sitwell • Miss Edith • Dame Edith (Louisa) Sitwell

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The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dust The universe, for fear it gain Its freedom from my cube of brain. Yet dust bears seeds th… - Edith Sitwell

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