The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
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 ...
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 ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come ...
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
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