Aiken, Conrad

Discordants


• Music I heard with you was more than music,
  And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Preludes for Memnon; or, Preludes to Attitude


• Time in the heart and sequence in the brain—Such as destroyed Rimbaud and fooled Verlaine.And let us...
• Rimbaud and Verlaine, precious pair of poets,Genius in both (but what is genius?) playingChess on a ...
• ‘Rimbaud, there is one thing to do:
  We must take rhetoric, and wring its neck! . . .’
Priapus and the Pool


• This is the shape of the tree,And the flower and the leaf, and the three pale beautiful pilgrims:Thi...
Senlin; a Biography


• It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morningWhen the light drips through the shutters like the dew...
• in the morningShould I not pause in the light to remember God?Upright and firm I stand on a star uns...
• I ascend from darknessAnd depart on the winds of space for I know not where;My watch is wound, a key...
Tetéelestai


• . . . Look! this flesh how it crumbles to dust and is blown!These bones, how they grind in the grani...
Tetélestai


• How shall we praise the magnificence of the dead,The great man humbled, the haughty brought to dust?...
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