Conrad Aiken
Conrad Aiken
Conrad Potter Aikenwas an American writer, whose work includes poetry, short stories, novels, a play, and an autobiography...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 August 1889
CitySavannah, GA
CountryUnited States of America
wall sleep night
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us. The hours go silently over our lifted faces. We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea. Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together. We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.
blood youth
Youth yearns to youth, full blood loves full blood only.
stars lying firefly
It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.
dream time wall
Time is a dream ... a destroying dream; It lays great cities in dust, it fills the seas; It covers the face of beauty, and tumbles walls.
loneliness being-alone known
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
done glorify knows
Poetry will absorb and transmute, as it always has done, and glorify, all that we can know.
self profound encounters
For in this walk, this voyage, it is yourself, the profound history of your 'self,' that now as always you encounter.
work views firsts
He whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent work, is to undervalue or depreciate it, will never have one of his own to show.
pain lying roots
We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but we know that we rose and walked, that after a while we shall lie down again.
death sea meetings
Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.
death dream
Death is one dream out of another flowing.
god self way
No god save self, that is the way to live ...
truth hideous
The truth--a hideous spectacle!
stars wall rain
It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea, And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, swung between space and space: Before the mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face.