3 Conrad Aiken Quotes on Art

Conrad Aiken quotes on art

23. One of us sings in the street, and we listen to him; The words ring over us like vague bells of sorrow. He sings of a house he lived in long ago. It is strange; this house of dust was the house I lived in; The house you lived in, the house that all of us know.

31. My veins are afire with music, Her eyes have kissed me, my body is turned to light; I shall dream to her secret heart tonight...

60. The music ends. The screen grows dark. We hurry To go our devious secret ways, forgetting Those many lives . . . We loved, we laughed, we killed, We danced in fire, we drowned in a whirl of sea-waves. The flutes are stilled, and a thousand dreams are stilled.