The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream (Conrad Aiken Poem)
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
OUT over the Forth, I look to the North; But what is the north and its Highlands to me? The ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye: You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye. ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams ...
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