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 ...
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 darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
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 ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
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 ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to ...
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