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.
moving sleep snow
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, it said sleep.
divide footsteps low shadows voices
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leavesInterlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlightTo divide us forever.
divide footsteps leaves low shadows sunlight voices
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide us forever.
long alcohol awareness
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, a momentary substitution, and in the end a destruction of it.
truth hideous
The truth--a hideous spectacle!
spiritual believe evolution
I do believe in this evolution of consciousness as the only thing which we can embark on, or in fact, willy-nilly, are embarked on; and along with that will go the spiritual discoveries and, I feel, the inexhaustible wonder that one feels, that opens more and more the more you know. It's simply that this increasing knowledge constantly enlarges your kingdom and the capacity for admiring and loving the universe.
life song knives
Life is the thing--the song of life-- The eager plow, the thirsty knife!
god self way
No god save self, that is the way to live ...
death dream
Death is one dream out of another flowing.
death sea meetings
Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.
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.
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.
self profound encounters
For in this walk, this voyage, it is yourself, the profound history of your 'self,' that now as always you encounter.