Mariana In The North By Victoria Sackville-West

Mariana In The North All her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn, Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home…

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Making Cider By Victoria Sackville-West

Making Cider I saw within the wheelwright’s shed The big round cartwheels, blue and red; A plough with blunted share; A blue tin jug; a…

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Trio By Victoria Sackville-West

Trio So well she knew them both! yet as she came Into the room, and heard their speech Of tragic meshes knotted with her name,…

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Bee-Master By Victoria Sackville-West

Bee-Master I have known honey from the Syrian hills Stored in cool jars; the wild acacia there On the rough terrace where the locust shrills…

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Sailing Ships By Victoria Sackville-West

Sailing Ships Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day, The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf; Tall cliffs;…

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Tuscany By Victoria Sackville-West

Tuscany Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wall Casts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs, Across the road, across the thick white dust….

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The Greater Cats By Victoria Sackville-West

The Greater Cats The greater cats with golden eyes Stare out between the bars. Deserts are there, and the different skies, And night with different…

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Beechwoods At Knole By Victoria Sackville-West

Beechwoods At Knole How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn, Your stone-grey columns a cathedral nave Processional above the earth’s brown glory! I…

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Song By Victoria Sackville-West

Song If I had only loved your flesh And careless damned your soul to Hell, I might have laughed and loved afresh, And loved as…

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A Saxon Song By Victoria Sackville-West

A Saxon Song Tools with the comely names, Mattock and scythe and spade, Couth and bitter as flames, Clean, and bowed in the blade,– A…

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Moonlight By Victoria Sackville-West

Moonlight What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of builded wood Shines the intention…

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And So It Ends By Victoria Sackville-West

And So It Ends And so it ends, We who were lovers may be friends. I have some weeks in which to steel My heart…

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Leopards At Knole By Victoria Sackville-West

Leopards At Knole Leopards on the gable-ends, Leopards on the painted stair, Stiff the blazoned shield they bear, Or and gules, a bend of vair,…

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Days I Enjoy By Victoria Sackville-West

Days I Enjoy Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to…

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Bitterness By Victoria Sackville-West

Bitterness Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild Even in indignation, taking by the hand One that obeyed them mutely, as a child Submissive to…

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Evening By Victoria Sackville-West

Evening When little lights in little ports come out, Quivering down through water with the stars, And all the fishing fleet of slender spars Range…

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Full Moon By Victoria Sackville-West

Full Moon She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers Someone had brought her from Ispahan, And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms, And the…

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