The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
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. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
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