Nocturne of Remembered Spring, by Conrad Aiken
I Moonlight silvers the ghostly tops of trees,
Moonlight whitens the lilac-shadowed wall;
An...
Poems by Conrad Aiken
Parasitics: To Certain Poets, by Conrad Aiken
Who are you, now, that thus presume
To come with candle to my gloom?
Think you your candle-ti...
The Rejection, by Conrad Aiken
Sitting in a café, and watching her reflection
Smoke a cigarette, or drinking coffee,
...
Rose and Murray, by Conrad Aiken
After the movie, when the lights come up,
He takes her powdered hand behind the wings;
She, ...