The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glaresWith purple lights in the canyoned street.The fiery sign on the dark ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glaresWith purple lights in the canyoned street.The fiery sign on the dark ...
I.Who will assume the bays That the hero wore? Wreaths on the Tomb of Days Gone evermore! Who shall disturb ...
Arrayed—a half angelic sight—In nests of pure baptismal white,The mother to the font doth bringThe little, helpless, nameless thing,With hushes ...
I Night is above me, And Night is above the night. The sea is beside me soughing, or is still. ...
One bright memory shines like a starIn the sky of my spirit forever;And over my pathway it flashes afarA radiance ...
Some are laughing, some are weeping;She is sleeping, only sleeping.Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;There the wind is heaping, ...
The Great soft downy snow storm like a cloak Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet; It gives ...
Yet not because the world turns coldly by, And makes its idols out of meaner clay, Decking their shrines with ...
THESE logs with drama and with dream are rife, For all their golden Summers and green Springs Through leaf and ...
Gone! and they return no more, But they leave a light in the heart;The murmur of waves that kiss a ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Oh, slow to smit and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just! Who, in the fear of God, didst ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Your voice on the telephone Hushes the storm in my heart Lightning strikes twice In the same place. I cannot ...
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come! ...
As you gaze beyond the bay With such wanness in your eyes, You who have out-stayed your day, Seeing other ...
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