#conrad aiken

[shisasan]

Conrad Aiken, Nocturne of Remembered Spring, and Other Poems originally published: 1917

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[lillyli-74]

Her glimmering phantom loveliness.

~Conrad Aiken

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[cozy4countrycottages]

Jeake's House,the home of American poet Conrad Aiken,and the childhood home of his daughter,English novelist Joan Aiken,author of The Wolves of Willoughby Chase

Jeake's House,mermiad Strete,Rye,East Sussex,TN31 7ET. Currently a Bed & Breakfast Hotel.

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[theshatterednotes]

Conrad Aiken

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[heathengentleman]

Queer, the effect this extraordinary surprise had had upon him-all the following morning he had kept with him a sense as of snow falling about him, a secret screen of new snow between himself and the world.

Silent snow, secret snow - Conrad Aiken

#snow #conrad aiken

[ronk]

Literary August 5th :  a picnic in New Hampshire and other things...

#guy de maupassant #herman melville #nathaniel hawthorne #conrad aiken #virginia woolf

[nextposition1]

Au-dessus de l'abysse de Conrad Aiken : STALKER - Dissection du cadavre de la littérature

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[goffjames]

Open Box - Music - Quotation of the Day by Plato - Art - Three Musicians - A Painting by Pablo Picasso - Poetry - Music I Heard With You - A Poem by Conrad Aiken

Thoughts about the Quotation Plato’s quotation reflects upon the profound impact of music on the human experience. Plato argues that music plays a transformative role, giving depth and vitality to ones existence. He states that music has the power to engage the soul, stimulate the intellect, inspire creativity, and enrich life in its entirety. This timeless insight underscores the intrinsic…

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[poem-today]

A poem by Conrad Aiken

                              The Quarrel

Suddenly, after the quarrel, while we waited, Disheartened, silent, with downcast looks, nor stirred Eyelid nor finger, hopeless both, yet hoping Against all hope to unsay the sundering word: While all the room's stillness deepened, deepened about us And each of us crept his thought's way to discover How, with as little sound as the fall of a leaf, The shadow had fallen, and lover quarreled with lover; And while, in the quiet, I marveled–alas, alas– At your deep beauty, your tragic beauty, torn As the pale flower is torn by the wanton sparrow– This beauty, pitied and loved, and now forsworn; It was then, when the instant darkened to its darkest,– When faith was lost with hope, and the rain conspired To strike its gray arpeggios against our heartstrings,– When love no longer dared, and scarcely desired: It was then that suddenly, in the neighbor's room, The music started: that brave quartette of strings Breaking out of the stillness, as out of our stillness, Like the indomitable heart of life that sings When all is lost; and startled from our sorrow, Tranced from our grief by that diviner grief, We raised remembering eyes, each looked at other, Blinded with tears of joy; and another leaf Fell silently as that first; and in the instant The shadow had gone, our quarrel became absurd; And we rose, to the angelic voices of the music, And I touched your hand, and we kissed, without a word.

Conrad Aiken (1889-1973)

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[imaginemirage]

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[ochoislas]

MUCHEDUMBRES RUEDAN EN LA SOMBRA

Las entornadas puertas por las que se oía aquella música se cierran suaves. El murmullar de bocinas enmudece, las estrellas se hunden girando, la noche se afonda. Asienta la sombra sobre nosotros; un confuso estribillo, dormijoso, mosconea la mente adormecida. En innumerables habitaciones nos tendemos y dormimos.

¿Dónde hemos estado? ¿Qué bárbaro caos de música se arremolina en nuestros sueños? Nos incorporamos de repente, abrimos los ojos en la oscuridad, gritamos, y volvemos a dormirnos. Soñamos que somos innúmeras olas, espumando lacias sobre una tibia ribera blanca de luna;

o nubes que corren por el cielo ventoso a medianoche, o musicales acordes dispersos en las sombras desaladas, o un son cantarín de lluvia... abrimos los ojos y esculcamos la voraginosa oscuridad, y reingresamos de nuevo en nuestros sueños.

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MULTITUDES TURN IN DARKNESS

The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence, The stars wheel out, the night grows deep. Darkness settles upon us; a vague refrain Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain. In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.

Where have we been? What savage chaos of music Whirls in our dreams? We suddenly rise in darkness, Open our eyes, cry out, and sleep once more. We dream we are numberless sea-waves, languidly foaming A warm white moonlit shore;

Or clouds blown windily over a sky at midnight, Or chords of music scattered in hurrying darkness, Or a singing sound of rain . . . We open our eyes and stare at the coiling darkness, And enter our dreams again.

Conrad Aiken

di-versión©ochoislas

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[timebythetail]

Variations: X - Conrad Aiken Queen Cleopatra, now grown old, Watched the green grass turning brown... The river is shrunk to half its size: Now I will lay me down. Queen Cleopatra called her slaves And peered in the mirror with age-pearled eyes; My lips are not so red as they were: Not so the old leaf dies! Light the torches, and fill the courts With scarlet music, and bring to me Vermilion to smear upon my lips, And opals, that I may be Once more what Cleopatra was Before the woman became the queen... She laughed, and backward tossed her head; And horn, and tambourine, Snarled at the hot and red-starred night, While gasping dancers, one by one, Whirled on the stone with yellow feet... And when that dance was done She poured cold poison into a cup And watched the thick foam wink and seethe: One black bubble upon her tongue And she would cease to breathe. She held the poison before her mouth... And saw the dark tomb hewed in stone Where a thousand nights would drift as one, And she would sleep alone; And lightly touched the goblet’s rim, And thought, with a pleased and narrowed eye, Of this and that, and Antony, And the laugh that will not die.

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[cozy4countrycottages]

The home of American poet,Conrad Aiken

225 Oglethorpe Avenue,Sanannah,Georgia,31401,USA (NRHP)

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[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 29 May 2022

Music I Heard By Conrad Aiken MUSIC I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate, All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver,        5 And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved: And yet your touch upon them will not pass. For it was in my heart you moved among them, And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.        10 And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

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[seraphinesaintclair]

Conrad Potter Aiken

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[dearorpheus]

What are your favourite vampire stories in all medias — books, movies, anime, non fiction? Love your blog!

literature: la morte amoreuse, théophile gautier the lady of the house of love, angela carter bewitched, edith wharton "the vampire", conrad aiken

non fiction: as always, joyce carol oates' "aesthetics of fear" our vampires, ourselves, nina auerbach vampires, burial and death, paul barber from demons to dracula, matthew beresford "making the implict, explicit: vampire erotica and pornography" by bernadette lynn bosky in the blood is life (i can email this to you if you'd like, i took a scan from my uni's copy)

film, tv, anime: thirst (2009) dir. park chan-wook only lovers left alive (2013) dir. jim jarmusch vampire hunter d: bloodlust (2000) dir. yoshiaki kawajiri fright night (1985) dir. tim holland let the right one in (2008) dir. tomas alfredson ganja & hess (1973) dir. bill gunn the hunger (1983) dir. tony scott a girl walks home alone at night (2014) dir. ana lily amirpour bram stoker's dracula (2000) dir. francis ford coppola the lost boys (1987) dir. joel schumacher penny dreadful (2014-2016) "the wurdulak" from mario bava's black sabbath (1963) la morte vivante (1982) dir. jean rollin nosferatu the vampyre (1979) dir. werner herzog midnight mass (2021) dir. mike flanagan

misc: phillip glass' 1999 ost for dracula witcher 3: the wild hunt's blood&wine dlc: the atmosphere in the night of long fangs quest; the lore of tesham mutna; the bruxae<3; the vocals in the beast of beauclair; regis, dettlaff, orianna...

adjacent/periphery: bataille's blue of noon, kristeva's powers of horror, sade's justine

#thank you! #and tortured hands so pale? #asks