The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
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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