Conrad Potter Aiken

[Conrad Aiken] (5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia)

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

1. All Lovely Things 1/3/2003
2. Music I Heard 1/1/2004
3. Discordants 1/3/2003
4. Annihilation 4/13/2010
5. Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain 1/1/2004
6. Chiaroscuro: Rose 1/3/2003
7. Evening Song Of Senlin 1/1/2004
8. Improvisations: Light And Snow 1/3/2003
9. A Letter From Li Po 1/1/2004
10. Zudora 1/1/2004
11. Hatteras Calling 1/1/2004
12. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow Falls. The Sky Is Grey, And Sullenly Glares 1/1/2004
13. Dead Cleopatra 4/13/2010
14. How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened 4/13/2010
15. Goya 4/13/2010
16. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City 1/1/2004
17. Asphalt 4/13/2010
18. Chance Meetings 4/13/2010
19. Haunted Chambers 4/13/2010
20. God’s Acre 4/13/2010
21. From: Time In The Rock 4/13/2010
22. Morning Song Of Senlin 1/1/2004
23. Exile 4/13/2010
24. The House Of Dust: Complete 1/1/2004
25. The Carver 1/1/2004
26. Herman Melville 4/13/2010
27. Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray 1/3/2003
28. Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore 1/3/2003
29. Duval's Birds 4/13/2010
30. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret 1/1/2004
31. Dancing Adairs 4/13/2010
32. Illicit 4/13/2010
33. From: Preludes For Memnon 4/13/2010
34. Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations 1/3/2003
35. Senlin: His Dark Origins 1/3/2003
36. Red Is The Color Of Blood 4/13/2010
37. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The Half-Shut Doors Through Which We Heard That Music 1/1/2004
38. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The Snow Floats Down Upon Us, Mingled With Rain 1/1/2004
39. Turns And Movies: Dancing Adairs 1/3/2003
40. Nocturne Of Remembered Spring 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Conrad Potter Aiken

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...

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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.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

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