The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That ...
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
Today I smiled, and all at once things didn't look so bad. Today I shared with someone else, a bit ...
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