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, ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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