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    Poems of West & East
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    Poems of West & East

    By V. Sackville-West

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    Release dateJul 31, 2022
    ISBN8596547131748
    Poems of West & East
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    V. Sackville-West

    Vita Sackville-West (1892-1952) was an English novelist, poet, journalist, and gardener. Born at Knole, the Sackville’s hereditary home in west Kent, Vita was the daughter of English peer Lionel Sackville-West and his cousin Victoria, herself the illegitimate daughter of the 2nd Baron Sackville and a Spanish dancer named Pepita. Educated by governesses as a young girl, Vita later attended school in Mayfair, where she met her future lover Violet Keppel. An only child, she entertained herself by writing novels, plays, and poems in her youth, both in English and French. At the age of eighteen, she made her debut in English society and was courted by powerful and well-connected men. She had affairs with men and women throughout her life, leading an open marriage with diplomat Harold Nicholson. Following their wedding in 1913, the couple moved to Constantinople for one year before returning to settle in England, where they raised two sons. Vita’s most productive period of literary output, in which she published such works as The Land (1926) and All Passion Spent (1931), coincided with her affair with English novelist Virginia Woolf, which lasted from 1925 to 1935. The success of Vita’s writing—published through Woolf’s Hogarth Press—allowed her lover to publish some of her masterpieces, including The Waves (1931) and Orlando (1928), the latter being inspired by Sackville-West’s family history, androgynous features, and unique personality. Vita died at the age of seventy at Sissinghurst Castle, where she worked with her husband to design one of England’s most famous gardens.

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      Poems of West & East - V. Sackville-West

      V. Sackville-West

      Poems of West & East

      EAN 8596547131748

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      POEMS

      FOR ***

      SONG: LET US GO BACK

      CONVALESCENCE

      DISILLUSION

      THE BANQUET

      A CREED

      TO A POET. WHOSE VERSES I HAD READ

      NOMADS

      THE GARDEN

      THE DANCING ELF*

      CONSTANTINOPLE

      LEBLEBIDJI*

      THE MUEZZIN

      THE GREEK HAN

      YANGHIN VAR*

      MORNING IN CONSTANTINOPLE

      RETOUR EN SONGE

      CONSTANTINOPLE, MARCH MCMXV

      RESOLUTION

      END

      FOR *** SONG: LET US GO BACK SONG: MY SPIRIT LIKE A SHEPHERD BOY CONVALESCENCE TO KNOLE DISILLUSION THE BANQUET MCMXVIII A CREED TO A POET NOMADS THE GARDEN THE DANCING ELF CONSTANTINOPLE: DHJI-HAN-GHIR LEBLEBIDJI THE MUEZZIN THE GREEK HAN YANGHIN VAR MORNING IN CONSTANTINOPLE RETOUR EN SONGE CONSTANTINOPLE, MARCH MCMXV RESOLUTION

      POEMS

      FOR ***

      Table of Contents

        NO eyes shall see the poems that I write

        For you; not even yours; but after long

        Forgetful years have passed on our delight

        Some hand may chance upon a dusty song

        Of those fond days when every spoken word

        Was sweet, and all the fleeting things

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