Conrad Potter Aiken
Conrad Potter Aiken was an American novelist and poet, whose work includes poetry, short stories, novels, a play and an autobiography.
Aiken was the son of wealthy, socially prominent New Englanders who had moved to Savannah, Georgia, where his father became a highly respected physician and surgeon. But then something happened for which, as Aiken later said, no one could ever find a reason. Without warning or apparent cause, his father became increasingly irascible, unpredictable, and violent. Then, early in the morning of February 27, 1901, he murdered his wife and shot himself. According to his own writings, Aiken (who was eleven years old) heard the ... more »
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Conrad Potter Aiken Poems
All Lovely Things
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.
Music I Heard
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.
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
While the blue noon above us arches, And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves, Tell me again why love bewitches,
Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rai...
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,
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun
Evening Song Of Senlin
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
Improvisations: Light And Snow
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed
A Letter From Li Po
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,
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. . .
Southeast, and storm, and every weather vane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the rain howls at the flues and windows to get in,
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow Fal...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on the dark tower wreathes and flares... The trodden grass in the park is covered with white,
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket, Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands. Around her neck they have put a golden necklace
How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awaken...
How is it that I am now so softly awakened, My leaves shaken down with music?— Darling, I love you.
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All Lovely Things
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 forgotten,
And goldenrod is dust when dead,
The sweetest flesh and flowers are rotten
And cobwebs tent the brightest head.
Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!--
But time goes on, and will, unheeding,
Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn,
And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.
Come back, true love! Sweet youth, remain!--
But goldenrod and daisies...