Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

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

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die,
And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet
Stand before a glass and tie my tie.
Vine leaves tap my window,

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