Senlin: A Biography Pt 02: His Futile Preoccupatio (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloudAnd the cold clear dark of starlight fell,He heard in his blood the ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter.The strange thing came next day.My brain was full of music-something she ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai?You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me;You smile a little. . ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died-Two days! And the earth still raw above him.And I was sweeping the ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . .Draw three cards, and lay them down,Rest your palms ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . .Draw three cards, and lay them down,Rest your palms ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glaresWith purple lights in the canyoned street.The fiery sign on the dark ...
It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars:one of the small interstices of time:the worn out north star northward, and ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.The stars whirl out, the ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,The stars wheel out, the ...
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