Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

81. Zudora 1/1/2004
82. The Room 1/1/2004
83. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over The Darkened City, The City Of Towers 1/1/2004
84. The Things 4/13/2010
85. The Wars And The Unknown Soldier 4/13/2010
86. Melody In A Restaurant 4/13/2010
87. Miracles 4/13/2010
88. Multitudes Turn In Darkness 4/13/2010
89. Morning Song Of Senlin 1/1/2004
90. Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore 1/3/2003
91. How To Accompany The Moon Without Walking 4/13/2010
92. How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened 4/13/2010
93. Senlin: His Dark Origins 1/3/2003
94. Dancing Adairs 4/13/2010
95. Duval's Birds 4/13/2010
96. God’s Acre 4/13/2010
97. Nocturne Of Remembered Spring 1/1/2004
98. From: Preludes For Memnon 4/13/2010
99. Dead Cleopatra 4/13/2010
100. Herman Melville 4/13/2010
101. Haunted Chambers 4/13/2010
102. Illicit 4/13/2010
103. When You Are Not Surprised 4/13/2010
104. The Vampire 3/23/2012
105. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The Snow Floats Down Upon Us, Mingled With Rain 1/1/2004
106. Nightmare 4/13/2010
107. Hatteras Calling 1/1/2004
108. From: Time In The Rock 4/13/2010
109. Improvisations: Light And Snow 1/3/2003
110. The Dance Of Life 4/13/2010
111. Red Is The Color Of Blood 4/13/2010
112. Exile 4/13/2010
113. Goya 4/13/2010
114. A Letter From Li Po 1/1/2004
115. Sea Holly 4/13/2010
116. The Carver 1/1/2004
117. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow Falls. The Sky Is Grey, And Sullenly Glares 1/1/2004
118. Evening Song Of Senlin 1/1/2004
119. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City 1/1/2004
120. Asphalt 4/13/2010

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All Lovely Things

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.

Fine ladies soon are all forgotten,
And goldenrod is dust when dead,
The sweetest flesh and flowers are rotten
And cobwebs tent the brightest head.

Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!--
But time goes on, and will, unheeding,
Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn,
And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.

Come back, true love! Sweet youth, remain!--
But goldenrod and daisies...

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The Room

Through that window—all else being extinct
Except itself and me—I saw the struggle
Of darkness against darkness. Within the room
It turned and turned, dived downward. Then I saw
How order might—if chaos wished—become:
And saw the darkness crush upon itself,
Contracting powerfully; it was as if
It killed itself, slowly: and with much pain.
Pain. The scene was pain, and nothing but pain.

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