The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
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 ...
'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 ...
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 ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful--then His busy hand ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
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