Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

81. Turns And Movies: The Cornet 1/3/2003
82. Counterpoint: Two Rooms 4/13/2010
83. Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny 1/3/2003
84. The Window 1/1/2004
85. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over The Darkened City, The City Of Towers 1/1/2004
86. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up High Black Walls, Up Sombre Terraces 1/1/2004
87. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude 1/1/2004
88. Bread And Music 12/16/2014
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. Senlin: His Dark Origins 1/3/2003
97. Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations 1/3/2003
98. Illicit 4/13/2010
99. From: Preludes For Memnon 4/13/2010
100. Dancing Adairs 4/13/2010
101. The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret 1/1/2004
102. Duval's Birds 4/13/2010
103. Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore 1/3/2003
104. Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray 1/3/2003
105. Herman Melville 4/13/2010
106. The House Of Dust: Complete 1/1/2004
107. Miracles 4/13/2010
108. The Carver 1/1/2004
109. Exile 4/13/2010
110. From: Time In The Rock 4/13/2010
111. God’s Acre 4/13/2010
112. Haunted Chambers 4/13/2010
113. Red Is The Color Of Blood 4/13/2010
114. Chance Meetings 4/13/2010
115. Asphalt 4/13/2010
116. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City 1/1/2004
117. Morning Song Of Senlin 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

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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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