Turns And Movies: The Cornet (Conrad Aiken Poem)
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an ...
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
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