Category Archives: Victoria Sackville West

Mariana In The North – Victoria Sackville West

All her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn,  Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home  No longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn  Where she was wont to roam.  All her hounds … Continue reading

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Trio – Victoria Sackville West

So well she knew them both! yet as she came  Into the room, and heard their speech  Of tragic meshes knotted with her name,  And saw them, foes, but meeting each with each  Closer than friends, souls bared through enmity,  … Continue reading

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Beechwoods At Knole – Victoria Sackville West

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 was a child, and I loved the knurly tangle  Of roots that coiled above a scarp like serpents,  … Continue reading

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Bee Master – Victoria Sackville West

I have known honey from the Syrian hills  Stored in cool jars; the wild acacia there  On the rough terrace where the locust shrills  Tosses her spindrift on the ringing air.  Narcissus bares his nectarous perianth  In white and golden … Continue reading

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Tuscany – Victoria Sackville West

  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.  Down from the hill the slow white oxen crawl,  Dragging the purple waggon heaped with … Continue reading

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Bitterness – Victoria Sackville West

Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild  Even in indignation, taking by the hand  One that obeyed them mutely, as a child  Submissive to a law he does not understand.  They would not blame the sins his passion wrought.  No, … Continue reading

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Poem – Moonlight – Victoria Sackville West

What time the meanest brick and stone  Take on a beauty not their own,  And past the flaw of builded wood  Shines the intention whole and good,  And all the little homes of man  Rise to a dimmer, nobler span;  … Continue reading

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