Potential Titles: Vita Sackville-West

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Have you woken the sleeping thunder and taken it unaware? - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Come on the storm as a wild beast crouching - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Ridden the wind as a riotous charger - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

I have bridled the wild East Wind - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Caught at the meteor's sparks in passing - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Glimmering wings of silver and unconquerable speed - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

That dwell in the heavens in a palace of cloud and air - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Dwelt like a new Odysseus with the sirens of the air - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

Watched Diana's disrobing after her reign as queen - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

The sailor of the heavens, and the Viking of the gale - Vita Sackville-West "Ad Astra"

I wish that I might tell you fables blithe - Vita Sackville-West "Ariane"

The dim uncertain music in the shadows played - V. Sackville-West "The Banquet"

Might hide my treasures with the squirrels - Vita Sackville-West "Beechwoods at Knole"

Candid passion lit you like a flame - Vita Sackville-West "Before and After: After"

Striving on against the countering air - Vita Sackville-West "Before and After: After"

One side in the shadow, one in vivid heat - V. Sackville-West "Convalescence"

My mind cannot reach to your mind - Vita Sackville-West "Dissonance"

Come under washed void skies - Vita Sackville-West "Dissonance"

From this den where falsehood reigns - Vita Sackville-West "Escape"

For roads of freedom and for ships of song - Vita Sackville-West "Escape"

Beyond the doors the night awaits - Vita Sackville-West "Escape"

Seeing for jeopardies that he might tame - Vita Sackville-West "A Fallen Soldier"

Mirth of little birds in coppices and corn - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

With the winds of heaven at your heels - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

That leap and sparkle 'mid the din of wheels - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

Streets of cities threatening the sky - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

A needle's eye to thread the river through - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

Suddenly certain after doubting years - Vita Sackville-West "Fallen Youth"

Bending the winter to the needs of spring - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

The soft air winnowing the thistledown - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

Freedom I drank for my delirious wine - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

Brooding winter rich with summer's wealth - Vita Sackville-West "From a Diary, January 1918"

The murmurous diapason of the dark - Vita Sackville-West "Home"

That leaves should spring from sacrifice of leaves - Vita Sackville-West "Home"

Whisper me all the secrets of the sap - Vita Sackville-West "Home"

I'll fill your heaven with many coloured moons - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

And hang such variable tides upon them - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

I'll summon a great conclave of the comets - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

Law that chains her anger to an irksome orbit - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

With the quick magic of significance - Vita Sackville-West "Imagination"

That from all such trammels I were free - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Hindered no more by quagmires - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

With an energy controlled and fierce - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Sink to the clasp of siren foes again - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Paid the reckoning that followed after - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

With smaller grudge to justice - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Ask no alms when ills betide - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Of your journey's end I have no knowing - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Travel a little distance by my side - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Rowelled by desperate spur along the way - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

If lonely spirit cross another - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Convention's shrewd Bacchante - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Yield to the senses' feverish anodyne - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

A God's intention, void, sublime, or strange - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Where the sweeping shadow curves its girth - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Within night's darkened temple cowled - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

The desperate clutch of fingers that feel the moment slipping - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

But sought small solaces unclean - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Neither knew fasting nor feasting - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

The silk pavilioned bed of Aphrodite - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Woodland hardihood of Artemis - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Upon the spinning coin's fantastic turn - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Who count the moneyed value of your soul - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Dip contempt's broad ladle for a measure - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Lest I accept reprieve in such a guise - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

The consummation of our difficult dreams - Vita Sackville-West "Insurrection"

Sons of the gods, fosterlings of Zeus - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

This was my epic and my company - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Until your mood wearied of saga - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Woke both melancholy pomp and folly - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Negligently shrewd and empty in their chatter - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

Judicious likewise, flattering their mood - Vita Sackville-West "Irruption"

A spring of storms - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Darkness and silence knotted to suspense - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

A sword over the low horizon - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Broke his anger to a thousand shards - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Follows the pricked revolving sky - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

To him the dawn is punctual - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

In its talons the striking snake - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Exalted, deathly, silent, and alone - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Life's little lantern between dark and dark - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Will sing no songs of bounty - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Only the battle between man and earth - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

A tangle nets and trips his steps - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

Love and hate braided in mutual need - Vita Sackville-West "The Land"

And make soft captives of my wrists - Vita Sackville-West "Mad"

All among the iris and the meadow-sweet - Vita Sackville-West "Mad"

Her step on the upland tracks forlorn - Vita Sackville-West "Mariana in the North"

The only voice which endures to mourn - Vita Sackville-West "Mariana in the North"

Flamboyant hopes and lovely rainbow griefs - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Lies victim to the poppy-bell - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

How tender Grief and laughing Joy strove for possession - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Strode in strength and conquest on the earth - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

For songs of freedom all among the stars - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Circle beyond the reach of lifted arms - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Deeds beyond the scope of life's alarms - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

When dreams and visions in their legions fly - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Robed and crowned with streaming flames - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Caught the fringe upon the robe of truth - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Strikes at the clanging anvil of his thought - Vita Sackville-West "A Masque of Youth (A Mock-Heroic Poem)"

Hamadryad of the sculpted oak - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

And turned her dubious glances wide - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

The wayward spirit of a pagan tree - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

Her branches mirrored in the forest pool - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

Beyond the threshold she might never pass - Vita Sackville-West "On the Statue of a Vestal Virgin by Toma Rosandic"

With the kestrels shared the cleanly day - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

The porpoise's slow wheel to break the sheen of satin water - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

Her temper by the contest proved and whetted - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

Her lofty spars reared to a ragged heaven sown with stars - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

The encircling roar of angry nations foaming into war - Vita Sackville-West "Sailing Ships"

Couth and bitter as flames - Vita Sackville-West "A Saxon Song"

False smiles with the little sharp word in between - Vita Sackville-West "Scorn"

Those in the by-paths of vagrancy - Vita Sackville-West "Scorn"

Ragged and feckless and young - Vita Sackville-West "Scorn"

Hand in hand upon the heights - V. Sackville-West "Song: Let Us Go Back"

Enchantment round each hidden bend - V. Sackville-West "Song: Let Us Go Back"

A random bird, Harlequin on breast and wing - Vita Sackville-West "Songs of Fancy III"

Followed all that onward fled - Vita Sackville-West "Songs of Fancy III"

Straight the pathway you forsook - Vita Sackville-West "Songs of Fancy III"

Sat among the shadows lost - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

That he was in that room a ghost - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

The moon climbing the dome of night - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

Companioned by his secret fate - Vita Sackville-West "Sorrow of Departure"

Sweet Time, that pilfers all my precious years - Vita Sackville-West "Sweet Time"

Strives unguided towards indefinite ends - V. Sackville-West "To a Poet Whose Verses I Had Read"

Because I knew you fickle as the flame - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve"

Whose halls stood full of light and resonance - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve"

With their diamond rain to hang in light - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

Dropped shivered arrows to the ground - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

From the belfries of the earth - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

Listless banners at the breeze of mirth - Vita Sackville-West "To Eve in Tears"

Could not know our true and deep farewell - V. Sackville-West "To Knole"

Speech of tragic meshes knotted with her name - Vita Sackville-West "Trio"

Souls bared through enmity - Vita Sackville-West "Trio"


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