Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

While the blue noon above us arches,
And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves,
Tell me again why love bewitches,
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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.
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Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.
Let us discover some new alphabet,
For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,
The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,
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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.
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I. (Bread and Music)

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
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He

Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.
Sit at the western window. Take the sun
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from Senlin: A Biography


It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
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Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind
announces autumn, and the equinox
rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon.
Somewhere beyond the Gorge Li Po is gone,
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I

The girl in the room beneath
Before going to bed
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Southeast, and storm, and every weather vane
shivers and moans upon its dripping pin,
ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the rain
howls at the flues and windows to get in,
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