Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

1. Youth Imperturbable 9/8/2015
2. Youth Penetrant 9/8/2015
3. The Quarrel 10/23/2015
4. The Trenches 12/25/2015
5. Variations: X 3/23/2016
6. Twilights, V 2/28/2014
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. Knock On The Door 4/13/2010
23. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema 1/1/2004
24. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The Sun Goes Down In A Cold Pale Flare Of Light 1/1/2004
25. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 11 4/13/2010
26. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 08 4/13/2010
27. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10 4/13/2010
28. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
29. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09 4/13/2010
30. When You Are Not Surprised 4/13/2010
31. Melody In A Restaurant 4/13/2010
32. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones 1/1/2004
33. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones 1/1/2004
34. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song 1/1/2004
35. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis 1/1/2004
36. The Tower 4/13/2010
37. The Dreamer Of Dreams 4/13/2010
38. Rose And Murray 4/13/2010
39. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15 4/13/2010
40. Stage Direction 4/13/2010
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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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.

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