This site is dearly dedicated to the life and work of Vita Sackville-West: Aristocrat, novelist, poet, feminist, world traveler, dog afficionado, and consummate gardener"I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it." - Vita Sackville-West (The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf) ..I am glad to find that I can still be swept by a sensation I cannot logically explain to others; That I am still capable of an irrational passion, I who had grown so ordered, rational, I have established my contact with irrational humanity.......
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- May 19, 2012 12:14 PM A tired swimmer in the waves of time I throw my hands up: let the surface close...
- Jan 26, 2012 11:42 AM Throw Over Your Man: Virginia Woolf's 1927 Love Letter to Vita Sackville-West
- Jan 17, 2012 12:02 PM No! Save Vita's house! Historic Knole House in Sevenoaks may be forced to close to public
- Jan 4, 2012 12:55 PM Vita Sackville-West's beloved Knole House could be inherited by a woman
- Aug 31, 2011 3:34 AM day sweetener
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"A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child." - KAP
Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it... -WSB http://t.co/8IAfgg01pc
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- Status: Married
- Here for: Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends
- Orientation: Bi
- Zodiac Sign: Pisces
- Children: Proud parent
- Smoke: Yes
- Occupation: aristocrat, novelist, poet, biographer, gardener
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About me:Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. Marcel Proust
'SO PRODIGAL WAS I OF YOUTH, FORGETTING I WAS YOUNG; I WORSHIPPED DEAD MEN FOR THEIR STRENGTH, FORGETTING I WAS STRONG.'
My name is Vita, actually Victoria Mary Sackville-West.
Born 1892, I was the only child of Lionel Edward, third Baron of Sackville, and Victoria Josepha Dolores Catalina Sackville-West, his first cousin and the illegitimate daughter of the diplomat Sir Lionel Sackville-West. We lived in Knole House. Oh how I love its many faces! It has a deep inward gaiety of some very old woman who has always been beautiful, who has had many lovers and seen many generations come and go, smiled wisely over their sorrows and their joys, and learnt an imperishable secret of tolerance and humour.
In my childhood I was educated privately and I already started to write poetry. My first ballads date back to the age of 11. My Mum considered me ugly - in fact I was bony, had long legs, straight hair, and wanted to be as boyish as possible!
I love to write. It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.
Have you read my books? At least one? I wrote quite a few novels. And poetry. Around 50 books I wrote... But spare me books that talk about travelling! Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong-Kong.
Lately they discovered four of my letters that Virginia wrote me. Where? In a secret drawer of my ancient oak writing table at Sissinghurst Castle. Virginia knows. In one of them Virginia talks about the Jewish refugees Mela Hartwig and Robert Spira, and the perils of traveling by automobile and airplane.
My long-time intimate correspondence with Virginia is my most precious writing. Oh Virginia, how I miss your beloved hand-written letters!> Sissinghurst Castle Kent
The land was originally owned by the De Saxingherstes until the family line died out in the 13th century. It was then owned by the De Berham family for more 200 years until Henry De Berham decided to move and sold it to Thomas Baker. It was his grandson John who made the first major developments. John who became known as 'bloody baker' for his part in the executions of hundreds of Protestants. He also came to be called 'the English Bluebeard'. With his increase in wealth and power he demolished the medieval house and had built a Tudor Courtyard House, it is known that Queen Mary once stayed there in 1557. This was then replaced by a once splendid mansion which was built in the 16th century for Sir Richard Baker John's son. It was one of the first houses in England to be constructed out of brick. In 1573 Queen Elizabeth I stayed there for three nights.
But by 1661 it had become neglected and remained so for the next 100 years. In 1756 the building was leased to the government for use a prison, during 'the seven year war' where the captured French were held. For a few years from 1794 it became a workhouse and not long after parts of the building were demolished leaving fragment of the former house which become barns, stables and cottages which labourers lived in.
Over the years Sissinghurst became more run down and if it was not for my husband Harold Nicolson and me rescuing it in 1930, it would of become a ruin. We brought it for our home and carefully restored the brick buildings and re opened the entrance archway. We also totally transformed the gardens between the old walls and buildings. Harold made the plans for the garden but I did all the work.
Now Sissinghurst is owned by the National Trust.
There are said to be a few ghosts at Sissinghurst including an apparition on the stairs and a peaceful looking monk who roams the gardens. Also footsteps and clicking noises are heard.Sissinghurst Gardens
"These mild gentlemen and women who invade one's garden after putting their silver token into the bowl . . . are some of the people I most gladly welcome and salute. Between them and myself a particular form of courtesy survives, a gardener's courtesy, in a world where courtesy is giving place to rougher things."
I love gardens. And gardening. Sissinghurst was designed by me. OK my husband Harold gave a helping hand.. I simply fell in love with it when looking for an old house where I could make a new garden. I bought it plus 400 acres of farmland. I think every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irespective of size or wealth.
I also wrote articles on gardening that I contributed weekly for 16 years.
The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.
The nuttery is a little grove of nut trees and said to be the only formal planting left from previous gardens. It is a beautiful place to visit, so peaceful and at the center you can see the Greek god, Dionysus forming a focal point.
The Tower! I love the isolation of this room. It's my sanctum, I hardly invite anyone up there.. I think I wrote about 20 books here: In this tiny little room are books, books and more books and pictures and the most unusual smell (history does smell right)... ..
Knole, Sissinghurst, Writing, Gardening, Dogs, World Travelling, Hot Chicks....I am glad to find that I can still be swept by a sensation I cannot logically explain to others; That I am still capable of an irrational passion, I who had grown so ordered, rational, I have established my contact with irrational humanity...
Oh all my lovers! Where have you gone? ... But Knole oh Knole, how I'm moved by your beauty's potency. You give my life..! You are my true, my one and only, my everlasting love!
My voluntary exile from Knole is very curious. I think about it a lot. I feel exactly as though I had had for years a liaison with a beautiful woman, who never, from force of circumstances, belonged to me wholly; but who had for me a sort of half-maternal tenderness and understanding, in which I could be entirely happy. Now I feel as though we had been parted because (again through force of circumstances and owing to no choice of her own) she had been compelled to marry someone else and had momentarily fallen completely beneath his jurisdiction, not happy in it, but acquiescent. I look at her from far off; and if I were wilder and more ruthless towards myself I should burst in one evening and surprise her in the midst of her new domesticity. But life has taught me not to do these things.It [Knole House] has a deep inward gaiety of some very old woman who has always been beautiful, who has had many lovers and seen many generations come and go, smiled wisely over their sorrows and their joys, and learnt an imperishable secret of tolerance and humour. It is, above all, an English house. It has the tone of England; it melts into the green of the garden turf, into the tawnier green of the park beyond, into the blue of the pale English sky; it settles down into its hollow amongst the cushioned tops of the trees; the brown-red of those roofs is the brown-red of humble farms and pointed oast-houses, such as stain over a wide landscape of England the quilt-like pattern of the fields...
by my beloved friend Virginia Woolf
I was the chief model for Orlando.
"Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is very opposite of what it is above."
Virginia Woolf. Orlando.
The Dragon in Shallow Waters
Seducers in Ecuador
All Passion Spent
Thirty Clocks Strike the Hour
The Death of Noble Godavary and Gottfried Kunstler
The Dark Island
Devil at Westease
The Easter Party
No Signposts in the SeaPoetry
Constantinople; Eight Poems
Poems of West and East
Orchard and Vineyard
Invitation to Cast Out Care
Passenger to Teheran
Country Notes in Wartime
In Your Garden
In Your Garden Again
More for your Garden
Even more for your Garden
A Joy of Gardening
V. Sackville-West's Garden Book
Midcote Manor Garden
The Illustrated Garden BookHistorical and Biographical
Knole and the Sackvilles
English Country Houses
The Eagle and the Dove
Daughter of France
Saint Joan of ArcTranslations
* Duineser Elegien: Elegies from the Castle of Duino, by Rainer Maria Rilke trns. V. Sackville-West (Hogarth Press, London, 1931)Miscellaneous
The Diary of the Lady Anne Clifford
The Women's Land Army
Another World Than This
Walter De La Mare and 'The Traveller'
Faces: Profiles of Dogs
Letters from V. Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf
What others wrote about me...:
Victoria Glendinning: Vita: The Life of V. Sackville-West (1983),
Robert Cross and Ann Ravenscroft-Hulme: Vita Sackville-West: A Bibliography (Oak Knoll Press, 1999)
..and much more... http://www.shelfari.com/inyourgardenagain/shelf