The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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 ...
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. ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
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