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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05: Retrospect

© Conrad Aiken

Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,
Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.
A flock of pigeons rises with blue wings flashing,
Rises with whistle of wings, hovers an instant,
And settles slowly again on the tarnished grass.

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04: Nightmare

© Conrad Aiken

I sit before the gold-embroidered curtain
And think her face is like a wrinkled desert.
The crystal burns in lamplight beneath my eyes.
A dragon slowly coils on the scaly curtain.
Upon a scarlet cloth a white skull lies.

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream

© Conrad Aiken

More towers must yet be built—more towers destroyed—
Great rocks hoisted in air;
And he must seek his bread in high pale sunlight
With gulls about him, and clouds just over his eyes . . .

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Nocturne

© Cesare Pavese

The hill is like night against the clear sky.
Your head framed against it, barely moving,
and moving with the sky. You are like a cloud
seen between branches. In your eyes the laughter
and strangeness of a sky that is not yours.

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers

© Conrad Aiken

The fisherman draws his streaming net from the sea
And sails toward the far-off city, that seems
Like one vague tower.
The dark bow plunges to foam on blue-black waves,
And shrill rain seethes like a ghostly music about him
In a quiet shower.

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The House Of Dust: Complete (Long)

© Conrad Aiken

. . . Parts of this poem have been printed in "The North American
Review, Others, Poetry, Youth, Coterie, The Yale Review". . . . I am
indebted to Lafcadio Hearn for the episode called "The Screen Maiden"
in Part II.

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The Deserted Palace

© Robert Laurence Binyon

``My feet are dead, the cold rain beats my face!''
``Courage, sweet love, this tempest is our friend!''
``Yet oh, shall we not rest a little space?
This city sleeps; some corner may defend

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Senlin: His Dark Origins

© Conrad Aiken

He lights his pipe with a pointed flame.
'Yet, there were many autumns before I came,
And many springs. And more will come, long after
There is no horn for me, or song, or laughter.

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The Last Blossom

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THOUGH young no more, we still would dream
Of beauty's dear deluding wiles;
The leagues of life to graybeards seem
Shorter than boyhood's lingering miles.

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Sonnet. "I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face"

© Frances Anne Kemble

I cannot sleep for thinking of thy face,

  Which thrusts itself between the dark and me,

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Improvisations: Light And Snow

© Conrad Aiken

How many times have I sat here,
How many times will I sit here again,
Thinking these same things over and over in solitude
As a child says over and over
The first word he has learned to say.

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Life's Lesson Book

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate
The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf
My teacher turned the page and bade me wait.
"Learn first," she said, "love's grief";
And o'er and o'er through many a long tomorrow
She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow.

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A Letter From Li Po

© Conrad Aiken

Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind
announces autumn, and the equinox
rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon.
Somewhere beyond the Gorge Li Po is gone,

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Monologue At 3 AM

© Sylvia Plath

Better that every fiber crack

and fury make head,

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The Works of God

© George Sandys

Great God! how manifold, how infinite

Are all Thy works! with what a clear foresight

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The Hunter's Serenade

© William Cullen Bryant

Thy bower is finished, fairest!

  Fit bower for hunter's bride--

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The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature

© Joseph Warton

Ye green-rob'd Dryads, oft' at dusky Eve

By wondering Shepherds seen, to Forests brown,

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Concerning The Philosophers Stone. ( Alchemical Verse .)

© John Gower

And also with great diligence,

Thei fonde thilke Experience:

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The Eternal Goodness

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O Friends! with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer,
Glad witness to your zeal for God
And love of man I bear.

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The Changeling ( From The Tent on the Beach )

© John Greenleaf Whittier

FOR the fairest maid in Hampton
They needed not to search,
Who saw young Anna favor
Come walking into church,--