The House Of Dust: Part 02: 03: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
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