The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04: Nightmare (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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 ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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