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 ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, Or only when the sunsets fade ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
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