Discordants (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
IT was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
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