Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray (Conrad Aiken Poem)
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish Beyond ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
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