No, I shall not say why it is that I love you—Why do you...
Conrad Aiken
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Conrad Aiken was an American writer and poet who won the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award. He was also the United States Poet Laureate from 1950 to 1952. His works include poetry, short stories, novels, literary criticism, a play, and an autobiography. |
He, in the room above, grown old and tired,She, in the room below—his floor...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons:We move in crowds, we flow...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office,And down the grey-walled stairs comes...
‘This envelope you say has something in itWhich once belonged to your dead son—or...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloudAnd the cold clear dark of starlight...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai?You narrow your long dark eyes to...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he seesThe soft blue starlight through the...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.You say (but use no words)...