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? ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
SWEET closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring in the ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
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