Conrad Potter Aiken (5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia)
Poems of Conrad Potter Aiken
|1.||A Letter From Li Po||1/1/2004|
|2.||All Lovely Things||1/3/2003|
|5.||Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain||1/1/2004|
|8.||Counterpoint: Two Rooms||4/13/2010|
|13.||Evening Song Of Senlin||1/1/2004|
|15.||From: Preludes for Memnon||4/13/2010|
|16.||From: Time In The Rock||4/13/2010|
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.