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 ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
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 ...
The house in Broad Street, red brick, with nine rooms the weedgrown graveyard with its rows of tombs the jail ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . .It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and fallsDown golden-windowed ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . .It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and fallsDown golden-windowed ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glaresWith purple lights in the canyoned street.The fiery sign on the dark ...
These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. CrowsCaw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow ...
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