The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema (Conrad Aiken Poem)
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
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, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
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 ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion And on the opposite hill I am searching for ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
Once a great love cut my life in two. The first part goes on twisting at some other place like ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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