The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter (Conrad Aiken Poem)
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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 ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the ...
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