Music I Heard (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now ...
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
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