“Stopping Place” by Edith Sitwell

"Stopping Place"

In highly-varnished noisy heat

As through a lens that does not fit—

The faces jolt in cubes and I

Perceive their odd solidity

And lack of meaning absolute:

For why should noses thus protrude

And to what purpose can relate

Each hair so queerly separate?

Anchored upon the puff of breeze

As shallow as the crude blue seas,

The coloured blocks and cubes of faces


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Edith Sitwell's poem "Stopping Place" was published in the 1918 "cycle" of Wheels. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:


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