Conrad Potter Aiken

[Conrad Aiken] (5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia)

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

1. The Trenches 12/25/2015
2. Variations: X 3/23/2016
3. Twilights, V 2/28/2014
4. Youth Imperturbable 9/8/2015
5. Youth Penetrant 9/8/2015
6. The Quarrel 10/23/2015
7. White Nocturne 1/8/2015
8. Laughter 5/14/2015
9. The Charnel Rose: A Symphony 4/13/2010
10. Violet Moore And Bert Moore 4/13/2010
11. The Cornet 4/13/2010
12. Prelude 4/13/2010
13. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
14. The Things 4/13/2010
15. Over The Darkened City 4/13/2010
16. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 06 4/13/2010
17. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13 4/13/2010
18. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 07 4/13/2010
19. Our Secret Selves 4/13/2010
20. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms 1/1/2004
21. One 4/13/2010
22. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema 1/1/2004
23. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The Sun Goes Down In A Cold Pale Flare Of Light 1/1/2004
24. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 08 4/13/2010
25. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 11 4/13/2010
26. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10 4/13/2010
27. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
28. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09 4/13/2010
29. When You Are Not Surprised 4/13/2010
30. Melody In A Restaurant 4/13/2010
31. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones 1/1/2004
32. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones 1/1/2004
33. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song 1/1/2004
34. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis 1/1/2004
35. The Dreamer Of Dreams 4/13/2010
36. Rose And Murray 4/13/2010
37. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15 4/13/2010
38. Stage Direction 4/13/2010
39. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain 1/1/2004
40. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of Conrad Potter Aiken

Annihilation

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 ...

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Morning Song Of Senlin

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.
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die,
And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet
Stand before a glass and tie my tie.
Vine leaves tap my window,

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