Poems by Conrad Aiken

I told him straight, if he touched me, just once more, --
The way, you know, --I'd kill him. ...

When she came out, that white little Russian dancer,
With her bright hair, and her eyes so yo...

Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel,
Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, ...

The hurdy-gurdy sings in the golden morning;
In the hazy morning,
It sings to the budding tre...

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
N...

My heart has become as hard as a city street,
The horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, ...

Vermilioned mouth, tired with many kisses,
Eyes, that have lighted for so many eyes, --
Are ...

I All night long, it has seemed for many years,
We have heard the terrible sound of guns,
A...

In the noisy street,
Where the sifted sunlight yellows the pallid faces,
Sudden I close my ey...

The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,
Circled three times above the upturned fa...

I So, to begin with, dust blows down the street,
In lazy clouds and swirls, and after that
...

He slips in through the stage-door, always singing;
Still singing, he slips out, without a w...

The little leaves that climbed so high
Are blown down headlong from the sky,
They are pelted a...

(Youth Speaks to His Own Old Age) You, whom these eyes, no longer mine,
Shall see in ...

I I will say: I walked alone in whistling darkness.
Or heard a rush of rain through windless ai...