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 ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
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 ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
THE HOUSE OF DUST A Symphony BY CONRAD AIKEN To Jessie NOTE . . . Parts of this poem have ...
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 ...
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 ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid. In Thebes of Egypt In the dust They chanted ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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