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 ...
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 ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window-Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds,And tiny violets, and wreaths ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple,Two lovers blow together like music blowing:And the crowd dissolves about them ...
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 ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table-The girl with golden hair-'The purpling body lies on the polished marble.We open ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more.And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes,To shut ...
The house in Broad Street, red brick, with nine rooms the weedgrown graveyard with its rows of tombs the jail ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness,On one side there is light.Into the darkness you may lift ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.You say (but use no words) 'this night is passingAs other nights ...
Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is ...
'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 ...
When you are not surprised, not surprised, nor leap in imagination from sunlight into shadow or from shadow into sunlight ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.A flock of pigeons rises ...
The lamp-lit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before, ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten;The music changes tone, you wake, rememberDeep worlds you lived before,-deep worlds hereafterOf ...
We will go no more to Shaemus, at the Nip, for sly innuendo and an Oporto Flip, the rough but ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,The hours go silently over our lifted faces,We are like dreamers ...
It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars:one of the small interstices of time:the worn out north star northward, and ...
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