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? ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
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 ...
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