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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09: Interlude by Conrad Aiken The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea. Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together. We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08: The Box With Silver Handles by Conrad Aiken Well,—it was two days after my husband died— Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was sweeping the carpet in their hall. In number four—the room with the red wall-paper— Some chorus girls and men were singing that song 'They'll soon be lighting candles
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones by Conrad Aiken Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves about them like a sea. Recurring waves of sound break vaguely about them, They drift from wall to wall, from tree to tree. 'Well, am I late?' Upward they look and laugh, They look at the great clock's golden hands, They laugh and talk, not knowing what they say: Only, their words like music seem to play; And seeming to walk, they tread strange sarabands.
For all the songs I ever sang আমি তোমায় যত শুনিয়েছিলেম গান Ami tomay joto shuniyechhilem gaan (audio) For all the songs I ever sang I do not pine for returns from you. If they slip your mind
To those who are constantly devoted and worship Me with love, I give the understanding by which they can come to Me. Chapter 10, Verse 11 Out of compassion for them, I, dwelling in their hearts, destroy with the shining lamp of knowledge the darkness born of ignorance.
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers by Conrad Aiken Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced ro
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain by Conrad Aiken The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain, We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, But we know that we rose and walked, that after a while We shall lie down again
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up high black walls, up sombre terraces by Conrad Aiken Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went climbing towards the sky. From high black walls, gleaming vaguely with rain, Each yellow light looked down like a golden eye.
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 03: One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand by Conrad Aiken One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city of towers as evening fell; And slowly walked by the darkening road toward it; And saw how the towers darkened against the sky; And across the distance heard the toll of a bell
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream by Conrad Aiken More towers must yet be built—more towers destroyed— Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in high pale sunlight With gulls about him, and clouds just over his eyes
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The thoughts of My pure devotees dwell in Me, their lives are surrendered to Me, and they derive great satisfaction and bliss enlightening one another and conversing about Me
The very one it is I seek আমি তারেই খুঁজে বেড়াই aami taarei khuje berai The very one it is I seek, who lives within, within my mind The one who is and therefore is My sky spangled with stars at night In the morn flowers bloom in my woods
I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds. Everything emanates from Me. The wise who know this perfectly engage in My devotional service and worship Me with all their hearts
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 01: The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea by Conrad Aiken The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go drowsily up from streets and wharves. The city stirs like one that is half in dream
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city by Conrad Aiken The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,— And settles among the roofs, the pale grey walls. Along damp sinuous streets it crawls, Curls like a dream among the motionless trees And seems to freeze. The fog slips ghostlike into a thousand rooms, Whirls over sleeping faces, Spins in an atomy dance round misty street lamps; And blows in cloudy waves over open spaces . . . And one from his high window, looking down, Peers at the cloud-white town, And thinks its island towers are like a dream . . . It seems an enormous sleeper, within whose brain Laborious shadows revolve and break and gleam.
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 07: Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers by Conrad Aiken Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, the shades are drawn, In thousands of rooms we sleep, we await the dawn, We lie face down, we dream,
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers by Conrad Aiken Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers, Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates,
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Chapter 10, Verse 7 He who knows in truth this glory and power of Mine engages in unalloyed devotional service; of this there is no doubt.
Intelligence, knowledge, freedom from doubt and delusion, forgiveness, truthfulness, self-control and calmness, pleasure and pain, birth, death, fear, fearlessness, nonviolence, equanimity, satisfaction, austerity, charity, fame and infamy are created by Me alone.
The seven great sages and before them the four other great sages and the Manus [progenitors of mankind] are born out of My mind, and all creatures in these planets descend from them.
I will not light a lamp আমি জ্বালব না মোর বাতায়নে Ami jalbo na mor batayone (audio) I will not light a lamp At my windows, I will sit still And listen to the deep message Which fills the heart of darkness.
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05: The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain by Conrad Aiken The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain, We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, But we know that we rose and walked, that after a while We shall lie down again.

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