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''Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Discordants (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford ...
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Time in the heart and sequence in the brain—
Such as destroyed Rimbaud and fooled Verlaine.
And let us then take godhead by the neck—
And strangle it, and with it, rheto...
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Preludes for Memnon; or, Preludes to Attitude (l. 1-4). . .
Twentieth Century Poetry; American and ...
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''Rimbaud and Verlaine, precious pair of poets,
Genius in both (but what is genius?) playing
Chess on a marble table at an inn''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Preludes for Memnon; or, Preludes to Attitude (l. 1-4). . .
Twentieth Century Poetry; American and ...
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'''Rimbaud, there is one thing to do:
We must take rhetoric, and wring its neck! . . .'''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Preludes for Memnon; or, Preludes to Attitude (l. 1-4). . .
Twentieth Century Poetry; American and ...
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''This is the shape of the tree,
And the flower and the leaf, and the three pale beautiful pilgrims:
This is what you are to me.''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Priapus and the Pool (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950...
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''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.''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Senlin; a Biography (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
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''in the morning
Should I not pause in the light to remember God?
Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable,
He is immense and lonely as a cloud.''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Senlin; a Biography (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
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''I ascend from darkness
And depart on the winds of space for I know not where;
My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket,
And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair.''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Senlin; a Biography (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950)...
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. . . Look! this flesh how it crumbles to dust and is blown!
These bones, how they grind in the granite of frost and are nothing!
This skull, how it yawns for a flicker of time in the darkne...
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Tetéelestai (l. 68-71). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harc...
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''How shall we praise the magnificence of the dead,
The great man humbled, the haughty brought to dust?''
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Tetélestai (l. 1-2). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcour...
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