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MORNING SONG OF SENLIN
— The green earth tilts through a sphere of air And bathes in a flame of space. Accept these humble offerings, cloud of silence! While waves far off in a pale rose twilight Crash on a white sand shore. And a sun far off in a shell of silence Dapples my walls for me. It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where, My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: How small and white my face! While waves far off in a pale rose twilight Crash on a white sand shore. I will dedicate this moment before my mirror To him alone, for him I will comb my hair. It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learned to do.
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Morning Song of Senlin by Conrad Aiken. While waves far off in a pale rose twilight Crash on a white sand shore. It's a perfectly nice poem, but read in conjunction with the Morning Song it starts to seem like much of a muchness. There are horses neighing on far-off hills Tossing their long white manes, And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk, Their shoulders black with rains. I stand by the mirror And tie my tie once more. It is morning, I awake from a cloud of silence, Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: How small and white my face! In a whistling void I stand before my mirror, Unconcerned, and tie my tie.
Morning Song of Senlin by Conrad Aiken. Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. 1922. The Second Book of Modern Verse
It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where, My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair. Read by Robert Lindsay from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learned to do. The earth revolves around with me, yet makes no motion, The stars pale silently in a coral sky. Unser Dank geht an Norma und Ruth für das Teilen ihrer Herzen mit uns. It perhaps explains why Aiken seems to have remained a minor poet. And If you like to play the games online, I will share with my friends the same reference and I'm glad to come here. There are houses hanging above the stars And stars hung under a sea.
Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote in a pale blue starlight, Crash on a white sand shore. Accept these humble offerings, cloud of silence! There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven, And a god among the stars; and I will go Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak And humming a tune I know. Vine leaves tap my window, The snail-track shines on the stones, Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree Repeating two clear tones. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: How small and white my face! Both also spent a number of years in England though, having settled, Eliot stayed there permanently. In a whistling void I stand before my mirror, Unconcerned, and tie my tie. It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence, Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep.
It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence, Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep. Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die, And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet Stand before a glass and tie my tie. I will dedicate this moment before my mirror To him alone, for him I will comb my hair. It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learned to do. And a sun far off in a shell of silence Dapples my walls for me.
And a sun far off in a of Dapples my for me. Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die, And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet Stand before a glass and tie my tie. Accept these humble offerings, cloud of silence! For these reasons Aiken may fairly be said to have suffered from comparisons all his poetic life. While waves far off in a pale rose twilight Crash on a white sand shore. There are horses neighing on far-off hills Tossing their long white manes, And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk, Their shoulders black with rains.
[General] Morning Song of Senlin by Conrad Aiken : Poetry
I will dedicate this moment before my mirror To him alone, and for him I will comb my hair. Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops Pale in the saffron mist and seem to die And I myself upon a swiftly tilting planet Stand before a glass and tie my tie, Vine leaves tap my window, Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree Repeating three clear tones. I stand by the mirror And surprise my soul once more; The blue air rushes above my ceiling, There are suns beneath my floor. In a whistling void I stand before my mirror, Unconcerned, I tie my tie. Vine leaves tap my window, The snail track shines on the stones.
Vine-leaves tap at the window, Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree Repeating three clear tones. The walls are about me still as in the evening, I am the same, and the same name still I keep. There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven, And a god among the stars; and I will go Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak And humming a tune I know. It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where, My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair. In a whistling void I stand before my mirror, Unconcerned, I tie my tie. Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops Pale in the saffron mist and seem to die And I myself upon a swiftly tilting planet Stand before a glass and tie my tie, Vine leaves tap my window, Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree Repeating three clear tones.
The walls are about me still as in the evening, I am the same, and the same name still I keep. It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning Should I not pause in the light to remember God? It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning Should I not pause in the light to remember God? It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning Should I not pause in the light to remember god? The way Aiken keeps moving from the individual to the cosmic and back again, seems to give it a wonderful clear, crystalline feel. The earth revolves with me, yet makes no motion, The stars pale silently in a coral sky. I will think of you as I descend the star. There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven, And a god among the stars; and I will go Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak And humming a tune I know …. In a whistling void I stand before my mirror, Unconcerned, and tie my tie.
