The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
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