Conrad Aiken Quote

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.

The House of Dust (1916 - 1917)

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...

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...

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...

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...