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 sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
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 sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
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