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Conrad Aiken: Dead Cleopatra, from `Discordants´
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket, Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands. Around her neck they have put a golden necklace, Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with sands. Dead Cleopatra was...
View ArticleConrad Aiken: Nocturne in a Minor Key
I I will say: I walked alone in whistling darkness. Or heard a rush of rain through windless air. Or stood in dust with yellow leaves around me. Or dreamed I saw a sea-maid comb her hair. But why...
View ArticleConrad Aiken: The Charnel Rose: A Symphony
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence foolishly: And her face was small, and her voice was small. ‘O moon!’ she cried, ‘I...
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