The House Of Dust: Part 02: 01: The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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 ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
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 ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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