Conrad Aiken: Boardman and Coffin
I told him straight, if he touched me, just once more,– The way, you know,–I’d kill him. And I did. Why shouldn’t I? I told him straight I would. And here I am!–And I hope to God I die. You wouldn’t...
View ArticleConrad Aiken: White Nocturne
I The first soft snowflakes hovering down the night, From one white cloud that hurries beneath the stars,– Whispering over the black unfrozen pool, Silently falling on withered leaves, Eddying slowly...
View ArticleConrad Aiken: Discordants (V)
In the noisy street, Where the sifted sunlight yellows the pallid faces, Sudden I close my eyes, and on my eyelids Feel from the far-off sea a cool faint spray,– A breath on my cheek, From the...
View ArticleConrad Aiken: Gabriel de Ford
He slips in through the stage-door, always singing; Still singing, he slips out, without a word To stage-door man, or any of the others. All through his act, wagging upon each hand A grotesque manikin,...
View ArticleConrad Aiken: Variations (I)(IV)(VII)(XI)(XIV)
The moon distills a soft blue light, The moon distills silence. Black clouds huddle across the stars; I walk in deserted gardens Breaking the dry leaves under my feet … Leaves have littered the marble...
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