The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08: The Box With Silver Handles (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
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. ...
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 ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come ...
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 ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
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 ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
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