The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
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 ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
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 ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
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 ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc... - Catullus You were my playmate by the sea. We swam together. ...
Che son contenti nel fuoco We are of those that Dante saw Glad, for love's sake, among the flames of ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
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