Roger Fry - Edith Sitwell

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[Edith Sitwell with Angels, 1927]



Came the Great Popinjay





CAME the great Popinjay

Smelling his nosegay:

In cages like grots

The birds sang gavottes.

'Herodiade's flea

Was named sweet Amanda,

She danced like a lady

From here to Uganda.

Oh, what a dance was there!

Long-haired, the candle

Salome-like tossed her hair

To a dance tune by Handel.' . . .

Dance they still? Then came

Courtier Death,

Blew out the candle flame

With civet breath.