Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

81. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 03: Haunted Chambers 1/1/2004
82. Turns And Movies: The Cornet 1/3/2003
83. Counterpoint: Two Rooms 4/13/2010
84. Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny 1/3/2003
85. The Window 1/1/2004
86. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over The Darkened City, The City Of Towers 1/1/2004
87. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up High Black Walls, Up Sombre Terraces 1/1/2004
88. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude 1/1/2004
89. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02: One, From His High Bright Window In A Tower 1/1/2004
90. How To Accompany The Moon Without Walking 4/13/2010
91. Nocturne Of Remembered Spring 1/1/2004
92. Turns And Movies: Dancing Adairs 1/3/2003
93. Nightmare 4/13/2010
94. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The Snow Floats Down Upon Us, Mingled With Rain 1/1/2004
95. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The Half-Shut Doors Through Which We Heard That Music 1/1/2004
96. Red Is The Color Of Blood 4/13/2010
97. Senlin: His Dark Origins 1/3/2003
98. Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations 1/3/2003
99. Illicit 4/13/2010
100. From: Preludes For Memnon 4/13/2010
101. Dancing Adairs 4/13/2010
102. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret 1/1/2004
103. Duval's Birds 4/13/2010
104. Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore 1/3/2003
105. Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray 1/3/2003
106. Herman Melville 4/13/2010
107. The House Of Dust: Complete 1/1/2004
108. Miracles 4/13/2010
109. The Carver 1/1/2004
110. Exile 4/13/2010
111. Morning Song Of Senlin 1/1/2004
112. From: Time In The Rock 4/13/2010
113. God’s Acre 4/13/2010
114. Haunted Chambers 4/13/2010
115. Chance Meetings 4/13/2010
116. Asphalt 4/13/2010
117. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City 1/1/2004
118. Goya 4/13/2010
119. How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened 4/13/2010
120. Dead Cleopatra 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 ...

Read the full of Annihilation

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.

[Report Error]