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, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
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 ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
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