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. Knock On The Door 4/13/2010
18. One 4/13/2010
19. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema 1/1/2004
20. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The Sun Goes Down In A Cold Pale Flare Of Light 1/1/2004
21. Miracles 4/13/2010
22. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 11 4/13/2010
23. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 08 4/13/2010
24. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10 4/13/2010
25. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
26. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09 4/13/2010
27. When You Are Not Surprised 4/13/2010
28. Melody In A Restaurant 4/13/2010
29. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones 1/1/2004
30. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones 1/1/2004
31. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song 1/1/2004
32. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis 1/1/2004
33. The Tower 4/13/2010
34. The Dreamer Of Dreams 4/13/2010
35. Rose And Murray 4/13/2010
36. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15 4/13/2010
37. The Dance Of Life 4/13/2010
38. Bread And Music 12/16/2014
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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The Carver

See, as the carver carves a rose,
A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye,
In cruel granite, to disclose
The soft things that in hardness lie,
So this one, taking up his heart,
Which time and change had made a stone,
Carved out of it with dolorous art,
Laboring yearlong and alone,
The thing there hidden—rose, toad, wing?

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