The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
HERE lies Johnie Pigeon; What was his religion? Whae'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maun follow the carl, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright, Dreaming o'er the joys of night; Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
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