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
men dust magnificence
How shall we praise the magnificence of the dead, The great man humbled, the haughty brought to dust?
thinking talent
I think there's an enormous lot of talent around, and somewhere amongst these I'm sure that something will emerge, given time.
dream pain wall
The wind shrieks, the wind grieves; It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again; And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams And desires to stir, to resist a ghost of pain.
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.
dream rain answers
The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
thinking years profound
Whitman had a profound influence on me. That was during my sophomore year when I came down with a bad attack of Whitmanitis. But he did me a lot of good, and I think the influence is discoverable.
morning yellow paper
Oh, I've discarded a great many [poems]. And occasionally I've discarded and then resurrected. I would find a crumpled yellow ball of paper in the wastebasket, in the morning, and open it to see what the hell I'd been up to; and occasionally it was something that needed only a very slight change to be brought off, which I'd missed the day before.
self sometimes
One is least sure of one's self, sometimes, when one is most positive.
beautiful stars eye
All that is beautiful, and all that looks on beauty with eyes filled with fire, like a lover's eyes: all of this is yours; you gave it to me, sunlight! all these stars are yours; you gave them to me, skies!
blood youth
Youth yearns to youth, full blood loves full blood only.
southern
I'm not in the least Southern; I'm entirely New England.
men umbrella old-man
Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!
dream lying dark
The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.
i-love-you stars love-you
I love you, what star do you live on?