Poems by Conrad Aiken
Morning Song Of Senlin
... . . . . . It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness ...
A Letter From Li Po
... all mankind ...
All Lovely Things
... Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn, ...
Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain
... Of leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig: ...
Chiarascuro: Rose
... HeThe last blurred raindrops fall from the half-clear sky, ...
Discordants
... They shout from the slums, from the streets, from the crowded places, ...
Evening Song Of Senlin
... . . And the star I laugh on tilts through heaven ...
Hatteras Calling
... scour with kelp and spindrift the stale street: ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow
... And the white lamps, and the orange lamps, and the lamps of lilac were there, ...
Music I Heard
... Your hands once touched this table and this silver, ...
Nocturne Of Remembered Spring
... Has silently plunged in shadows, shadows that stream and fall ...
Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny
... "He sought to touch you, and found he could not reach you,-- ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins
... Dance like a harlot among these Dogs and Dooms!First, the huge pyramid, with rock on rock ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations
... The delicious quivering of this air!I will leave my work unfinished, and I will go ...
The Carver
... Small, shapely, richly crowned with hair, ...
