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Sitwell, Edith: Dirge for the New Sunrise

Sitwell, Edith portréja

Dirge for the New Sunrise (Angol)

Fifteen minutes past eight o’clock, on the

morning of Monday the 6th of August, 1945


Bound to my heart as Ixion to the wheel,

Nailed to my heart as the Thief upon the Cross

I hang between our Christ and the gap where the world was lost


And watch the phantom Sun in Famine Street

- The ghost of the heart of Man…red Cain,

And the more murderous brain

Of Man, still redder Nero that conceived the death

Of his mother Earth, and tore

Her womb, to know the place where he was conceived.


But no eyes grieved —

For none were left for tears:

They were blinded as the years


Since Christ was born. Mother or Murderer, you have given

or taken life —

Now all is one!


There was a morning when the holy Light

Was young…The beautiful First Creature came

To our water-springs, and thought us without blame.


Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the Light -

The marrow in the bone

We dreamed was safe…the blood in the veins, the sap in the tree

Were springs of the Deity.


But I saw the little Ant-men as they ran

Carrying the world’s weight of the world’s filth

And the filth in the heart of Man -

Compressed till those lusts and greeds had a greater heat than

that of the Sun.


And the ray from that heat came soundless, shook the sky

As if in search for food, and squeezed the stems

Of all that grows on the earth till they were dry.

The eyes that saw, the lips that kissed, are gone

-Or black as thunder lie and grin at the murdered Sun.


The living blind and seeing dead together lie

As if in love…There was no more hating then —

And no more love: Gone is the heart of Man.

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