The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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 ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
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