 | Conrad Aiken - 1918 - 172 pagini
...Crash on a white sand shore. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: How small and white my face!— The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes in a flame of space. Vine-leaves tap at the window, Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, The robin chirps in the chinaberry... | |
 | Conrad Aiken - 1918 - 120 pagini
...on a white sand shore. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair : How small and white my face! — The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes in a flame of space. * Tfyere are houses hanging above the stars And stars hung under a sea . . . And a sun far off in a... | |
 | Jessie Belle Rittenhouse - 1919 - 254 pagini
...silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown . . . There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under a sea : And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me ... I wait in the dark once more, Swung... | |
 | Marguerite Wilkinson - 1919 - 478 pagini
...Crash on a white sand shore. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: How small and white my face! — The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes in a name of space. There are houses hanging above the stars And stars hung under a sea . . . And a sun... | |
 | Bruce Weirick - 1924 - 272 pagini
...soul cannot find. Yet for his sense of wonder at the lovely insanities of the universe, where "The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes in a flame of space, With mountains hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea . . . And a sun far off in a shell... | |
 | Conrad Aiken - 1925 - 46 pagini
...Crash on a coral shore. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair : How small and white my face I — The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes...pause in the light to remember god? Upright and firm 1 stand on a star unstable, He is immense and lonely as a cloud. I will dedicate this moment before... | |
 | Conrad Aiken - 1925 - 44 pagini
...silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A spear of fire is thrown. . . . There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under a sea : And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, Hung... | |
 | 1925 - 1186 pagini
...silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. . . . There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under a sea: And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtain for me. . . . I wait in the dark once more,... | |
 | Marguerite Ogden Bigelow Wilkinson - 1928 - 616 pagini
...Crash on a white sand shore. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: How small and white my face! — The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes...stars And stars hung under a sea . . . And a sun far of! in a shell of silence Dapples my walls for me ... It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning... | |
 | Reuel Denney - 1961 - 50 pagini
...Crash on a coral shore. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: How small and white my face! — The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes in a name of space. There are houses hanging above the stars And stars hung under a sea. And a sun far off... | |
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The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree Repeating three clear tones. It is morning. I stand by the mirror And tie my tie once more. While waves far off in a pale rose twilight Crash on a white sand shore. 
