At Four In The Morning

I cannot find the rest of her poem, so I write my comment as a poem I cannot find the rest of her poem, so I write my comment as a Poem! 'Four in the Morning" by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell presents a surreal and fragmented vision of a night-time world. In this haunting poem, ethereal figures and inanimate objects come to life, evoking disorientation and alienation. Mr. Belaker, the narrator wanders through a strange landscape, where tropical leaves whisper like water, white lace houses float away on the tide, and the allegro Negro cocktail-shaker questions existence and loss. The dreamlike imagery invites readers to explore the boundaries between reality and imagination, capturing the eerie essence of that early morning. I cannot find the rest of her poem, so I write my comment as a poem!