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Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore by Conrad Aiken He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind should tangle up her hair.
Turns And Movies: The Cornet by Conrad Aiken When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, He suddenly lost his leader, and all the players, And only heard an immortal music sung,—
Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray by Conrad Aiken After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, like a buttercup
Many are the deep desires of my heart আমি বহু বাসনায় প্রাণপনে চাই ami bohu bashonay pranpone chai (audio) (Tagore's own translation) Many are the deep desires of my heart By depriving, you have saved me This grace of yours is a hard earned treasure For me to save my whole life long
Chapter 10, Verse 19 The Blessed Lord said: Yes, I will tell you of My splendorous manifestations, but only of those which are prominent, O Arjuna, for My opulence is limitless.
Turns And Movies: Duval's Birds by Conrad Aiken The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of brilliant outspread wings, And then returned to stagger on her finger.
Turns And Movies: Dancing Adairs by Conrad Aiken Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow again, without a whisper!— Firefly's my name, I am evanescent.
The Window by Conrad Aiken She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and sees a whole world
The Room by Conrad Aiken Through that window—all else being extinct Except itself and me—I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room It turned and turned, dived downward. Then I saw How order might—if chaos wished—become: And saw the darkness crush upon itself
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light by Conrad Aiken The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east: And lights wink out through the windows, one by one. A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night. Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
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Chapter 10, Verse 17 How should I meditate on You? In what various forms are You to be contemplated, O Blessed Lord? Chapter 10, Verse 18 Tell me again in detail, O Janardana [Krsna], of Your mighty potencies and glories, for I never tire of hearing Your ambrosial words.
Look back I will no more আমি ফিরব না রে ami phirbo na re Look back I will no more, No way will I turn back Set forth has my boat Such a wind in my sails Shore it I will no more Severed are threads that bind Lie scattered all around
Please tell me in detail of Your divine powers by which You pervade all these worlds and abide in them.
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema by Conrad Aiken As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. How shall we live to-night, where shall we turn? To what new light or darkness yearn? A thousand winding stairs lead down before us; And one by one in myriads we descend By lamplit flowered walls, long balustrades, Through half-lit halls which reach no end. .
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 04: Counterpoint: Two Rooms by Conrad Aiken He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below—his floor her ceiling— Pursue their separate dreams. He turns his light, And throws himself on the bed, face down, in laughter. . . . She, by the window, smiles at a starlight night,
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait by Conrad Aiken Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so many eyes and hands and faces, So many mouths, and all with secret meanings,— Yet know so little of them; only seeing
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 02: Death: And A Derisive Chorus by Conrad Aiken The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling street. Her withered hand clings tightly to the railing. The long stairs rise and fall beneath her feet
Happy Monday This is royal knowledge, the royal secret, supremely holy, directly experience, righteous, easy to practice and imperishable
Please tell me in detail of Your divine powers by which You pervade all these worlds and abide in them.
I am so impoverished আমি দীন, অতি দীন aami deen oti deen I am so impoverished How do I repay Lord The debt of your kindness

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