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| 4924. | The House Of Dust: Part 03: 04: Illicit by Conrad Aiken | | Of what she said to me that night—no matter.
The strange thing came next day.
My brain was full of music—something she played me—;
I couldn't... |
| 4927. | The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain by Conrad Aiken | | You see that porcelain ranged there in the window—
Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds,
And tiny violets, and wreaths of ivy?
S... |
| 4929. | The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret by Conrad Aiken | | We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
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| 4930. | The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter by Conrad Aiken | | From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees
The soft blue starlight through the one small window,
The moon above black trees, and clouds, and Venus... |
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