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 ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
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 ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
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