Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

1. Laughter 5/14/2015
2. Youth Imperturbable 9/8/2015
3. Youth Penetrant 9/8/2015
4. The Quarrel 10/23/2015
5. The Trenches 12/25/2015
6. Variations: X 3/23/2016
7. Twilights, V 2/28/2014
8. White Nocturne 1/8/2015
9. Violet Moore And Bert Moore 4/13/2010
10. Prelude 4/13/2010
11. The Cornet 4/13/2010
12. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
13. The Things 4/13/2010
14. Over The Darkened City 4/13/2010
15. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13 4/13/2010
16. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 06 4/13/2010
17. The Vampire 3/23/2012
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 Charnel Rose: A Symphony 4/13/2010
24. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema 1/1/2004
25. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The Sun Goes Down In A Cold Pale Flare Of Light 1/1/2004
26. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 08 4/13/2010
27. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 11 4/13/2010
28. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10 4/13/2010
29. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
30. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09 4/13/2010
31. When You Are Not Surprised 4/13/2010
32. Melody In A Restaurant 4/13/2010
33. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones 1/1/2004
34. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones 1/1/2004
35. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song 1/1/2004
36. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis 1/1/2004
37. The Tower 4/13/2010
38. The Dreamer Of Dreams 4/13/2010
39. Rose And Murray 4/13/2010
40. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15 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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Hatteras Calling

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,
the golden rooster claps his golden wings
and from the Baptist Chapel shrieks no more,
the golden arrow in the southeast sings
and hears on the roof the Atlantic Ocean roar.
Waves among wires, sea scudding over poles,

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