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Indeed, You alone know Yourself by Your own potencies, O origin of all, Lord of all beings, God of gods, O Supreme Person, Lord of the universe!
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 01: Clairvoyant by Conrad Aiken 'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son—or something He knew, was fond of? Something he remembers?— The soul flies far, and we can only call it By things like these . . . a photograph, a letter, Ribbon, or charm, or watch . .
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The half-shut doors through which we heard that music by Conrad Aiken The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl out, the night grows deep. Darkness settles upon us. A vague refrain Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain. In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches' Sabbath by Conrad Aiken Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his blood the well-known bell Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones by Conrad Aiken What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a little. . . .Outside, the night goes by. I walk alone in a forest of ghostly trees . . . Your pale hands rest palm downwards on your knees
Test cap no 277 man of the match .India won first test by 304 runs with a day cut #illustrated #cricket
I was crafted in clay, Mother Earth আমি তোমারি মাটির কন্যা Ami tomari matir konya (audio) I was crafted of clay, Mother Earth Why then, should my human life Suffer so much deprivation? I know how holy You are, How sacred every grain of Your dust is, I am grateful to have been blessed with life; Sacrosanct life, as Your daughter.
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 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,— And turns to write . . . The clock, behind ticks softly.
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 . . .' Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only, 'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass .
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude by Conrad Aiken Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the deep sudden stroke the pigeons fly . . . The fine snow flutes the cracks between the flagstones. We close our coats, and hurry, and search the sky.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06: Portrait Of One Dead by Conrad Aiken This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you may lift your lanterns— O, any number—it will still be night. And here are echoing stairs to lead you downward To long sonorous halls. And here is spring forever at these windows, With roses on the walls.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant by Conrad Aiken The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare upon the flame. The tiny fire leaps in your eyes a moment, And dwindles away as silently as it came.
Indeed, You alone know Yourself by Your own potencies, O origin of all, Lord of all beings, God of gods, O Supreme Person, Lord of the universe!
So be it if in your love আমি তোমার প্রেমে হব সবার কলঙ্কভাগী ami tomar preme So be it if in your love Stained am I with many taints For my love I can and will Gladly welcome all disgrace
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 remember it all, but phrases of it Wreathed and wreathed among faint memories, Seeking for something, trying to tell me something, Urging to restlessness: verging on grief. I tried to play the tune, from memory,— But memory failed: the chords and discords climbed And found no resolution—only hung there, And left me morbid . . . Where, then, had I heard it? . . . What secret dusty chamber was it hinting? 'Dust', it said, 'dust . . . and dust . . . and sunlight . . A cold clear April evening . . . snow, bedraggled, Rain-worn snow, dappling the hideous grass . . . And someone walking alone; and someone saying That all must end, for the time had come to go . . . ' These were the phrases . . . but behind, beneath them A greater shadow moved: and in this shadow I stood and guessed . .
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 remember it all, but phrases of it
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 03: Haunted Chambers by Conrad Aiken The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,—deep worlds hereafter Of leaf on falling leaf, music on music, Rain and sorrow and wind and dust and laughter
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden by Conrad Aiken You read—what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand turns the page. I watch you from my window, unsuspected: You move in an alien land, a silent age
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 01: As evening falls by Conrad Aiken As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten as if with rain, The muted city seems
You stay in my realm of ken আমি চিনি গো চিনি o foreign maiden (audio) You stay in my realm of ken O foreign maiden Across oceans you remain O foreign maiden
Arjuna said: You are the Supreme Brahman, the ultimate, the supreme abode and purifier, the Absolute Truth and the eternal divine person. You are the primal God, transcendental and original, and You are the unborn and all-pervading beauty. All the great sages such as Narada, Asita, Devala, and Vyasa proclaim this of You, and now You Yourself are declaring it to me.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares by Conrad Aiken Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on the dark tower wreathes and flares . . . The trodden grass in the park is covered with white, The streets grow silent beneath our feet . . . The city dreams, it forgets its past to-night.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death by Conrad Aiken 'Number four—the girl who died on the table— The girl with golden hair—' The purpling body lies on the polished marble. We open the throat, and lay the thyroid bare .

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