The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
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 ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
"PRAISE Woman still," his lordship roars, "Deserv'd or not, no matter?" But thee, whom all my soul adores, Ev'n Flattery ...
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, Laird M'Gaun, Was here to ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move ...
Five months ago the stream did flow, The lilies bloomed within the sedge, And we were lingering to and fro, ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? ...
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