The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
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 ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
After yesterday afternoon's blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from leaves and twigs ...
The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too? The window giving on shade, Is ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
FATE gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc'd my darling's heart; And with him all the joys are fled ...
HOW cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless ...
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast; And by them we find ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
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