Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and...
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. |
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window—Platters and soup-plates done with pale...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness,On one side there is...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us,Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes;You strike...
Of what she said to me that night—no matter.The strange thing came next day.My...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten;The music changes tone, you wake, rememberDeep...
You read—what is it, then that you are reading?What music moves so silently in...
As evening falls,And the yellow lights leap one by oneAlong high walls;And along black...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glaresWith purple lights in the canyoned...
‘Number four—the girl who died on the table—The girl with golden hair—’The purpling body...