The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.You say (but use no words) 'this night is passingAs other nights ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.You say (but use no words) 'this night is passingAs other nights ...
IIn flight eternally, the pendulumMakes answer to a rhythm that no man knows,As backward, forward, calling "Rise and come",Scythe-like in ...
Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser's son Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and ...
When you're nearly drowned in trouble, and the world is dark as ink; When you feel yourself a-sinking 'neath ...
Tick-Tack! tick-tack! This way, that way, forward, back, Swings the pendulum to and fro, Always regular, always ...
The pendulum, with brazen din,Proclaims the midnight; we beginTo call to mind, ironically,What uses we have made of thisDead day ...
How long wilt thou love me, O my love? "As long as life may be." Life is but a breath ...
A clock stopped — not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skillCan't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still.An awe ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
Toiling with Job walking on the earth searching for the answer to why yet nothing there sufficient in my mortal ...
"Caliban, Trinculo, My insolent mates, Don't you know me?" It is Stephano. Pour me another mug of mead To block ...
The Clock strikes one that just struck two -- Some schism in the Sum -- A Vagabond for Genesis Has ...
I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come -- And we are waiting for the ...
A Clock stopped -- Not the Mantel's -- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing -- That just now ...
'Twas later when the summer went Than when the Cricket came -- And yet we knew that gentle Clock Meant ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, ...
JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the ...
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a ...
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