The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04: Nightmare (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights ...
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