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 ...
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 read-what is it, then that you are reading?What music moves so silently in your mind?Your bright hand turns the ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The house in Broad Street, red brick, with nine rooms the weedgrown graveyard with its rows of tombs the jail ...
In Memory Of. In Fondest Recollection Of. In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Died at Sea. ...
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 ...
Begotten by the meeting of rock with rock, The mating of rock and rock, rocks gnashing together; Created so, and ...
Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden ...
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