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. Laughter 5/14/2015
8. White Nocturne 1/8/2015
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. The Things 4/13/2010
14. The Vampire 3/23/2012
15. Our Secret Selves 4/13/2010
16. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms 1/1/2004
17. One 4/13/2010
18. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema 1/1/2004
19. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The Sun Goes Down In A Cold Pale Flare Of Light 1/1/2004
20. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05 4/13/2010
21. Over The Darkened City 4/13/2010
22. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13 4/13/2010
23. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 06 4/13/2010
24. When You Are Not Surprised 4/13/2010
25. Melody In A Restaurant 4/13/2010
26. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones 1/1/2004
27. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones 1/1/2004
28. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song 1/1/2004
29. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis 1/1/2004
30. The Tower 4/13/2010
31. The Dreamer Of Dreams 4/13/2010
32. Improvisations: Light And Snow: 07 4/13/2010
33. Rose And Murray 4/13/2010
34. Stage Direction 4/13/2010
35. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant 1/1/2004
36. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain 1/1/2004
37. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 02: Death: And A Derisive Chorus 1/1/2004
38. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 03: Interlude 1/1/2004
39. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09: Interlude 1/1/2004
40. The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait 1/1/2004
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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The Carver

See, as the carver carves a rose,
A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye,
In cruel granite, to disclose
The soft things that in hardness lie,
So this one, taking up his heart,
Which time and change had made a stone,
Carved out of it with dolorous art,
Laboring yearlong and alone,
The thing there hidden—rose, toad, wing?

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