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.
[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment. - Conrad Aiken
[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.
- Conrad Aiken
I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where; My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, And the sky is darkened as I … - Conrad Aiken
I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where; My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, And the sky is darkened as I …
Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing. - Conrad Aiken
Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.
I love you, what star do you live on? - Conrad Aiken
I love you, what star do you live on?
All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by. - Conrad Aiken
All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.
I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat… - Conrad Aiken
I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat…
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 t… - Conrad Aiken
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 t…
Life is the thing--the song of life-- The eager plow, the thirsty knife! - Conrad Aiken
Life is the thing--the song of life-- The eager plow, the thirsty knife!
The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, i… - Conrad Aiken
The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, i…
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