The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
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 ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
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, ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
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