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 ...
I The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere, Waits at the granite milestone. It grows dark. Willows lean by ...
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 ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he seesThe soft blue starlight through the one small window,The moon above black ...
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 ...
XXIVIf one voice, not another, must speak first, out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding- speaking clearly, speaking slowly, ...
IIn the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange, Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street; ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window-Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds,And tiny violets, and wreaths ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towersThe golden lights go out . . .The yellow windows darken, the shades ...
IDry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, dead leaves;voices of leaves on the wind that bears them to destruction,impassioned prayer, impassioned ...
Part 03: His Cloudy Destiny - 01Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple,Two lovers blow together like music blowing:And the crowd dissolves about them ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed-Great rocks hoisted in air;And he must seek his bread in high pale ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table-The girl with golden hair-'The purpling body lies on the polished marble.We open ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died-Two days! And the earth still raw above him.And I was sweeping the ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness,On one side there is light.Into the darkness you may lift ...
Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is ...
How is it that I am now so softly awakened,My leaves shaken down with music?-Darling, I love you.It is not ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired; She, in the room below, his floor her ceiling, Pursue their ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:And ...
When you are not surprised, not surprised, nor leap in imagination from sunlight into shadow or from shadow into sunlight ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:And ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.A flock of pigeons rises ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls And along black streets that glisten ...
As evening falls,And the yellow lights leap one by oneAlong high walls;And along black streets that glisten as if with ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces,Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs,The yellow lights went climbing towards ...
Twilight is spacious, near things in it seem far, And distant things seem near. Now in the green west hangs ...
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