Green wooden leaves clap fight away, Severely practical, as they Shelter the children, candy-pale, The chestnut-candles flicker, fail...... The showman's face is cubed clear as The shapes reflected in a glass Of water - (glog, glut, a ghost's speech Fumbling for space from each to each). The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dust The universe, for fear it gain Its freedom from my box of brain. Yet dust hears seeds that grow to grace Behind my crude-striped wooden face. As I, a puppet tinsel-pink, Leap on my springs, learn how to think, Then like the trembling golden stalk Of some long-petalled star, I walk Through the dark heavens until dew Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through.
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Composition:
- Set to music by William Walton (1902 - 1983), "Springing Jack", from Façade
Text Authorship:
- by Edith Sitwell (1887 - 1964), appears in Façade, first published 1922
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