Conrad Potter Aiken
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant by Conrad Potter Aiken

The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare upon the flame. The tiny fire leaps in your eyes a ...

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The House Of Dust: Complete by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Complete by Conrad Potter Aiken

I. The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east: And lights wink out through the windows, one by one. A clamor of ...

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Chiaroscuro: Rose by Conrad Potter Aiken

Chiaroscuro: Rose by Conrad Potter Aiken

HeFill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun Between your hands like a ball of flaming crystal, Poise it to let it fall, ...

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How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened by Conrad Potter Aiken

How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened by Conrad Potter Aiken

How is it that I am now so softly awakened,My leaves shaken down with music?—Darling, I love you.It is not your mouth, for I have known mouths before,—Though your mouth is more ...

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Discordants by Conrad Potter Aiken

Discordants by Conrad Potter Aiken

I. (Bread and Music)Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so ...

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Music I Heard by Conrad Potter Aiken

Music I Heard by Conrad Potter Aiken

Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is dead. ...

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Dead Cleopatra by Conrad Potter Aiken

Dead Cleopatra by Conrad Potter Aiken

Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket, Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands. Around her neck they have put a golden necklace Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with ...

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All Lovely Things by Conrad Potter Aiken

All Lovely Things by Conrad Potter Aiken

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.Fine ladies soon are all ...

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Improvisations: Light And Snow by Conrad Potter Aiken

Improvisations: Light And Snow by Conrad Potter Aiken

IThe girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. How inadequate they are to tell how her heart feels! When she has finished ...

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Goya by Conrad Potter Aiken

Goya by Conrad Potter Aiken

Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser’s son Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and sunsets were begun. Goya smelt the bull-fight blood. The pupil of the ...

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Asphalt by Conrad Potter Aiken

Asphalt by Conrad Potter Aiken

Light your cigarette, then, in this shadow,And talk to her, your arm engaged with hers.Heavily over your heads the eaten mapleIn the dead air of August strains and stirs.Her ...

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Exile by Conrad Potter Aiken

Exile by Conrad Potter Aiken

These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. CrowsCaw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow daybreakLights on the long brown slopes a ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City by Conrad Potter Aiken

The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city,Over the pale grey tumbled towers,—And settles among the roofs, the pale grey walls.Along damp sinuous streets it crawls,Curls ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow Falls. The Sky Is Grey, And Sullenly Glares by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow Falls. The Sky Is Grey, And Sullenly Glares by Conrad Potter Aiken

Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glaresWith purple lights in the canyoned street.The fiery sign on the dark tower wreathes and flares...The trodden grass in the park is ...

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Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain by Conrad Potter Aiken

Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain by Conrad Potter Aiken

Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and be ourselves, The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf, The ...

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Zudora by Conrad Potter Aiken

Zudora by Conrad Potter Aiken

Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look over the sea, Or into each other's eyes. . .She pokes her parasol into the ...

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A Letter From Li Po by Conrad Potter Aiken

A Letter From Li Po by Conrad Potter Aiken

Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay windannounces autumn, and the equinoxrolls back blue bays to a far afternoon.Somewhere beyond the Gorge Li Po is gone,looking for friendship ...

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Evening Song Of Senlin by Conrad Potter Aiken

Evening Song Of Senlin by Conrad Potter Aiken

from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote in a pale blue starlight, Crash on a white sand shore. It is ...

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Senlin: His Dark Origins by Conrad Potter Aiken

Senlin: His Dark Origins by Conrad Potter Aiken

1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he small, with reddish hair, Does he light his pipe with meditative stare, And a pointed ...

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God’s Acre by Conrad Potter Aiken

God’s Acre by Conrad Potter Aiken

In Memory Of. In Fondest Recollection Of. In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Died at Sea. Who died at sea? The name of the seaport Escapes her, gone, blown ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 04: 01: Clairvoyant by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 04: 01: Clairvoyant by Conrad Potter Aiken

'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son—or something He knew, was fond of? Something he remembers?— The soul flies far, and we can only ...

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Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray by Conrad Potter Aiken

Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray by Conrad Potter Aiken

After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, like a buttercup, Lifts her white face, yearns up to him, and clings; ...

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Morning Song Of Senlin by Conrad Potter Aiken

Morning Song Of Senlin by Conrad Potter Aiken

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learned to do. ...

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Red Is The Color Of Blood by Conrad Potter Aiken

Red Is The Color Of Blood by Conrad Potter Aiken

Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids. It is hidden under the suave flesh of women- Flows ...

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Duval’s Birds by Conrad Potter Aiken

Duval’s Birds by Conrad Potter Aiken

The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,Circled three times above the upturned facesWith a great whir of brilliant outspread wings,And then returned to stagger on her ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret by Conrad Potter Aiken

We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.You say (but use no words) 'this night is passingAs other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The Half-Shut Doors Through Which We Heard That Music by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The Half-Shut Doors Through Which We Heard That Music by Conrad Potter Aiken

The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.The stars whirl out, the night grows deep.Darkness settles upon us. A vague ...

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Miracles by Conrad Potter Aiken

Miracles by Conrad Potter Aiken

Twilight is spacious, near things in it seem far, And distant things seem near. Now in the green west hangs a yellow star. And now across old waters you may hear The profound ...

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Haunted Chambers by Conrad Potter Aiken

Haunted Chambers by Conrad Potter Aiken

The lamp-lit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before, deep worlds hereafter Of leaf on falling leaf, music on ...

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Nocturne Of Remembered Spring by Conrad Potter Aiken

Nocturne Of Remembered Spring by Conrad Potter Aiken

I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as if through enchanted seas, Footsteps passing, an ...

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Illicit by Conrad Potter Aiken

Illicit by Conrad Potter Aiken

Of what she said to me that night—no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of music—something she played me; I couldn't remember it all, but phrases of it ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02: One, From His High Bright Window In A Tower by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02: One, From His High Bright Window In A Tower by Conrad Potter Aiken

One, from his high bright window in a tower,Leans out, as evening falls,And sees the advancing curtain of the showerSplashing its silver on roofs and walls:Sees how, swift as a ...

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Turns And Movies: Dancing Adairs by Conrad Potter Aiken

Turns And Movies: Dancing Adairs by Conrad Potter Aiken

Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow again, without a whisper!-- Firefly's my name, I am ...

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Chance Meetings by Conrad Potter Aiken

Chance Meetings by Conrad Potter Aiken

In the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive,The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves,In the drowse of the sunlight, among the low voices,I suddenly face ...

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How To Accompany The Moon Without Walking by Conrad Potter Aiken

How To Accompany The Moon Without Walking by Conrad Potter Aiken

Harsh, harsh, the maram grass on the salt dune, seen by the cricket’s eye against the harbor moon, anchor-frost and seaward, the lighthouse moon— the bellbuoy-beating moon, the ...

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Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations by Conrad Potter Aiken

Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations by Conrad Potter Aiken

1I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with wall and door and blind. Summon me loudly, and you'll hear slow footsteps Ring far and faint in the ...

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From:  Preludes For Memnon by Conrad Potter Aiken

From: Preludes For Memnon by Conrad Potter Aiken

LXIII read the primrose and the seaand remember nothingI read Arcturus and the snowand remember nothingI read the green and white book of springand remember nothingI read the ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The Snow Floats Down Upon Us, Mingled With Rain by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The Snow Floats Down Upon Us, Mingled With Rain by Conrad Potter Aiken

The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain... It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain, We do ...

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Nightmare by Conrad Potter Aiken

Nightmare by Conrad Potter Aiken

'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . .Draw three cards, and lay them down,Rest your palms upon them, stare at the crystal,And think of time . . . My father was a ...

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Dancing Adairs by Conrad Potter Aiken

Dancing Adairs by Conrad Potter Aiken

Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow again, without a whisper!- Firefly's my name, I am ...

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Turns And Movies: The Cornet by Conrad Potter Aiken

Turns And Movies: The Cornet by Conrad Potter Aiken

When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, He suddenly lost his leader, and all the players, And only heard an ...

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Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny by Conrad Potter Aiken

Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny by Conrad Potter Aiken

1Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was he small, with reddish hair, Did he light his pipe with a meditative stare And a twinkling ...

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The Window by Conrad Potter Aiken

The Window by Conrad Potter Aiken

She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and sees a whole world she leans out of the window and this is what she sees a wet ...

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Counterpoint: Two Rooms by Conrad Potter Aiken

Counterpoint: Two Rooms by Conrad Potter Aiken

He, in the room above, grown old and tired; She, in the room below, his floor her ceiling, Pursue their separate dreams. He turns his light, And throws himself on the bed, face ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over The Darkened City, The City Of Towers by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over The Darkened City, The City Of Towers by Conrad Potter Aiken

Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates,The slow ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude by Conrad Potter Aiken

Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden stroke the pigeons fly . . .The fine snow flutes the cracks ...

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From: Time In The Rock by Conrad Potter Aiken

From: Time In The Rock by Conrad Potter Aiken

XXIVIf one voice, not another, must speak first, out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding— speaking clearly, speaking slowly, measuring calmly the heavy syllables of ...

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up High Black Walls, Up Sombre Terraces by Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up High Black Walls, Up Sombre Terraces by Conrad Potter Aiken

Up high black walls, up sombre terraces,Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs,The yellow lights went climbing towards the sky.From high black walls, gleaming vaguely ...

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Herman Melville by Conrad Potter Aiken

Herman Melville by Conrad Potter Aiken

‘My towers at last!’— What meant the word from what acknowledged circuit sprung and in the heart and on the tongue at sight of few familiar birds when seaward his last sail ...

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Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore by Conrad Potter Aiken

Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore by Conrad Potter Aiken

He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind should tangle up her hair. Green leaves, he says, have ...

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