The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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 ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
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 ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the ...
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