Edith Louisa Sitwell (Эдит Луиза Ситуэлл)

Falsetto Song

WHEN I was young, in ages past,
My soul had cast
Man’s foolish shape,
And like a black and hairy ape--
My shadow, he
Now mimics me.
Follows slinking in my shade
Through the corridors of life
(Stifling ’twixt the walls I made
With the mud and murderous knife),
Takes the pulse of my black heart,
Never once controls my will,
Apes me selling in the mart
Song-birds hate did kill.

1. Eventail
2. Singerie
3. The Avenue
4. “Comedy for Marionettes”
5. Mandoline

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