Sibyl tried to draw me about Persia I turned sulky, wouldn’t be drawn, shan’t be asked again, and let Aldous Huxley have it all his own way as the only traveller. Now, having annoyed you (as I hope) by telling you what you missed and what bad odour you are in with her ladyship, I’ll tell you that I disenjoyed myself extremely would have exchanged all the champagne in the cellar for a glass of Rodmell water would have sent everybody flying with a kick. ‘If she could come up to London with you,’ she snapped, ‘she could have come here tonight.’ I drew a touching picture of your frailty she sniffed. Sibyl was, I thought, very stuff about you evidently cross at being cheated of a star in her firmament. Matthew Arnold says that poetry describes the flowing, not the fixed why should not prose?Ī brilliant gathering at Sibyl’s,-what you missed! The drawing room at Argyll House coruscated. This alone shows that there isn’t any real difference. All too often the distinction leads people to think they may mumble inanities which would make them blush if written in good common English, but which they think fit to print if split up into lines. It is surely only a question of the different shape that words assume in the mind, not a question of drunkenness and sobriety. I don’t believe there is any, with all due respect to Coleridge. I don’t think I am half crafty enough.Ībout prose and poetry, and the difference between them. I must tell you how much I enjoyed my weekend with you…ĭarling Virginia, you don’t know how happy I was.
By summer’s end their mutual feelings were flagging, and when it came time for Sackville to publish The Land in September, she dedicated the work to D orothy Wellesley, a poet and Duchess of Wellington, over Woolf. In the months following this letter’s writing, Woolf and Sackville-West lived apart in their respective English villages of Rodmell and Sevenoaks Weald. Below, Sackville-West responds to Virginia Woolf, who had asked her: “Tell me the difference between that emotion and the prose emotion? What drives you to one over the other?” The two were lovers at the time, a relationship which would serve as the basis for Woolf’s Orlando. The couple maintained an open relationship, both participating in same-sex relations. In May of 1926, Vita Sackville-West returned to England from a four-month-long expedition through Persia by virtue of her marriage-her husband, Harold, was a diplomat-she had been required to attend the coronation of the Rezā Shāh in Tehran.
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