“Orpheus” from Argonaut and Juggernaut © 1919 by Osbert Sitwell – reprinted in 2015 by Facsimile Publisher With a rustling pall of dank dead leaves,Ĭools his fever in the flowing waters of the lute. Has covered the white bones in his secret cavern With the munching, crunching of mountain-herbs.

His milk-white muzzle still stained green Till they lie, listening, round his feet.įabulous creatures creep out of their caves, Their fleecy coats catching in the thickets, Ripples the strings that gleam like rain, He is less well-known than his older sister, the poet Edith Sitwell, but he published some travel journals, five novels, short stories, his autobiography Left Hand, Right Hand!, and two poetry collections: Argonaut and Juggernaut and At the House of Mrs Kinfoot. During WWI, he served in the trenches in France near the Belgium border, which is where he began writing poetry. Sir Osbert Sitwell (1892-1969) born Francis Osbert Sacheverell Sitwell English writer, poet, art critic, supporter of the arts, Liberal Party member, and campaigner for the preservation of Georgian buildings - he was successful in saving Sutton Scarsdale Hall, now owned by English Heritage.

Though predominantly American, we also have poets representing England, Norway, Germany, Japan, and Ancient Rome, and their themes leap from classical, to personal, to philosophical. Writer(s): PETER TOWNSHENDLyrics powered by week brings us another plethora of poets – eleven to be exact. I looked under chairs I looked under tables I try to find the key To fifty million fables They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after 'Til the day I die I asked I asked I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me, either They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after 'Til the day I die People tend to hate me Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes, they wanna shake my hand Focusin' on nowhere Investigatin' miles I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man I won't get to get what I'm after 'Til the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile I'm happy when life's good, and when it's bad I cry I got values, but I don't know how or why I'm lookin' for me You're lookin' for you We're lookin' at each other, and we don't know what to do They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after 'Til the day I die

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