As poetry is the highest speech of man, it can not only accept and contain, but in the end express best everything… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I do believe in this evolution of consciousness as the only thing which we can embark on, or in fact, willy-nilly, are… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
You know, without my telling you, how sometimes a word or name eludes you, and you seek it through running ghosts of… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where; My watch is wound, a key… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Poetry will absorb and transmute, as it always has done, and glorify, all that we can know. — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“It was gentler here, softer, its seethe the quietest of whispers, as if, in deference to a drawing room, it had quite deliberately put… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
One cricket said to another - come, let us be ridiculous, and say love! love love love love love let us be absurd, woman,… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to pencil for… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I think it's very useful to be insulated from your surrounds, because it gives you your inviolate privacy, without pressures, so that you can… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
The wind shrieks, the wind grieves; It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again; And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
As poetry is the highest speech of man, it can not only accept and contain, but in the end express best everything in the… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
