The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,The hours go silently over...
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. |
Well,—it was two days after my husband died—Two days! And the earth still raw...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple,Two lovers blow together like music...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more.And drawing a shaken...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,Over the clear red roofs they flow...
‘Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . .Draw three cards,...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun fallsOn bright red roofs...
More towers must yet be built—more towers destroyed—Great rocks hoisted in air;And he must...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea.The walls and towers are...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city by Conrad Aiken
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city,Over the pale grey...