I really don't know enough about the structure of fiction. Conrad Aiken More Quotes by Conrad Aiken More Quotes From Conrad Aiken Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing. Conrad Aiken strange dream beautiful Time is a dream ... a destroying dream; Conrad Aiken wall dream time Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!— Conrad Aiken eye heart sweet The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams. Conrad Aiken dark dream lying 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. Conrad Aiken music bread beautiful 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,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.And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise! Conrad Aiken blessed wise beautiful For in this walk, this voyage, it is yourself, the profound history of your 'self,' that now as always you encounter. Conrad Aiken hiking journey self He whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent work, is to undervalue or depreciate it, will never have one of his own to show. Conrad Aiken views work firsts Death is a meeting place of sea and sea. Conrad Aiken meetings sea death The truth--a hideous spectacle! Conrad Aiken hideous truth Youth yearns to youth, full blood loves full blood only. Conrad Aiken youth blood Death is one dream out of another flowing. Conrad Aiken dream death All that is beautiful, and all that looks on beauty with eyes filled with fire, like a lover's eyes: all of this is yours; you gave it to me, sunlight! all these stars are yours; you gave them to me, skies! Conrad Aiken stars eye beautiful One is least sure of one's self, sometimes, when one is most positive. Conrad Aiken self sometimes Whitman had a profound influence on me. That was during my sophomore year when I came down with a bad attack of Whitmanitis. But he did me a lot of good, and I think the influence is discoverable. Conrad Aiken profound years thinking It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea, And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, swung between space and space: Before the mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face. Conrad Aiken wall stars rain
