The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Du rouge au vert tout le jaune se meurt Quand chantent les aras dans les forêts natales Abatis de pihis ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
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