I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“...Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk, Her mouth as sweet as red-rose-musk; And when she dances his young heart swells… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I think that what's happening today, with all the young poets rushing from one college to another, lecturing at the drop of… — 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… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Schoolchildren all over America are told to write to authors-often to authors whom they have never before heard of, whose work they… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Oh, I've discarded a great many [poems]. And occasionally I've discarded and then resurrected. I would find a crumpled yellow ball of… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“How is it that I am now so softly awakened, My leaves shaken down with music?― Darling, I love you. It is… — 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
I think we've come to a kind of splinter period in poetry. These tiny little bright fragments of observation - and not… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I compelled myself all through to write an exercise in verse, in a different form, every day of the year. I turned… — 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
![“Oh, I've discarded a great many [poems]. And occasionally I've discarded and then resurrected. I would find a crumpled yellow ball of paper in the wastebasket, in the morning, and open it to see what the hell I'd been up to; and occasionally it was something that needed only a very slight change…” quote by Conrad Aiken](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/333/conrad-aiken-9766_balls_oh-i-ve-discarded-a-great-many-poems-and_2787753.jpg)
