Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

1. Laughter 5/14/2015
2. Youth Imperturbable 9/8/2015
3. Youth Penetrant 9/8/2015
4. The Quarrel 10/23/2015
5. The Trenches 12/25/2015
6. Twilights, V 2/28/2014
7. White Nocturne 1/8/2015
8. The Charnel Rose: A Symphony 4/13/2010
9. Violet Moore And Bert Moore 4/13/2010
10. The Cornet 4/13/2010
11. Prelude 4/13/2010
12. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
13. The Things 4/13/2010
14. Over The Darkened City 4/13/2010
15. Our Secret Selves 4/13/2010
16. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13 4/13/2010
17. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 06 4/13/2010
18. The Vampire 3/23/2012
19. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 07 4/13/2010
20. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms 1/1/2004
21. One 4/13/2010
22. Knock On The Door 4/13/2010
23. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema 1/1/2004
24. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The Sun Goes Down In A Cold Pale Flare Of Light 1/1/2004
25. Miracles 4/13/2010
26. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 08 4/13/2010
27. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 11 4/13/2010
28. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10 4/13/2010
29. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
30. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09 4/13/2010
31. When You Are Not Surprised 4/13/2010
32. Melody In A Restaurant 4/13/2010
33. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones 1/1/2004
34. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones 1/1/2004
35. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song 1/1/2004
36. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis 1/1/2004
37. The Dreamer Of Dreams 4/13/2010
38. Rose And Murray 4/13/2010
39. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15 4/13/2010
40. Stage Direction 4/13/2010
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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The Trenches

I
All night long, it has seemed for many years,
We have heard the terrible sound of guns,
All night long we have lain and watched the calm stars.
We cannot sleep, though we are tired,
The sound of guns is in our ears,
We are growing old and grey,
We have forgotten many simple things.
Is this you? Is this I?

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