Conrad Potter Aiken
Conrad Potter Aiken Poems
- Annihilation While the blue noon above us arches, And the ...
- All Lovely Things All lovely things will have an ending, ...
- Music I Heard Music I heard with you was more than music, ...
- Discordants I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you ...
- Beloved, Let Us Once More Prai...
- Chiaroscuro: Rose He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, ...
- Evening Song Of Senlin from Senlin: A Biography It is ...
Conrad Potter Aiken was an American novelist and poet, whose work includes poetry, short stories, novels, a play and an autobiography.
Aiken was the son of wealthy, socially prominent New Englanders who had moved to Savannah, Georgia, where his father became a highly respected physician and surgeon. But then something happened for which, as Aiken later said, no one could ever find a reason. Without warning or apparent cause, his father became increasingly irascible, unpredictable, and violent. Then, early in the morning of February 27, 1901, he murdered his wife and shot himself. According to his own writings, Aiken (who was eleven years old) heard the ... more »
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While the blue noon above us arches,
And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves,
Tell me again why love bewitches,
And what love gives.
It is the trembling finger that traces
The eyebrow’s curve, the curve of the cheek?
The mouth that quivers, when the hand caresses,
But cannot speak?
No, not these, not in these is hidden
The secret, more than in other things:
Not only the touch of a hand can gladden
Till the blood sings.
It is the leaf that falls between us,
The bells that murmur, the shadows that move,
The autumnal sunlight that fades upon ...