Conrad Potter Aiken

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

Conrad Potter Aiken Poems

121. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow Falls. The Sky Is Grey, And Sullenly Glares 1/1/2004
122. Zudora 1/1/2004
123. Hatteras Calling 1/1/2004
124. A Letter From Li Po 1/1/2004
125. Improvisations: Light And Snow 1/3/2003
126. Evening Song Of Senlin 1/1/2004
127. Chiaroscuro: Rose 1/3/2003
128. Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain 1/1/2004
129. Music I Heard 1/1/2004
130. Discordants 1/3/2003
131. All Lovely Things 1/3/2003
132. Annihilation 4/13/2010
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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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