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Each gleaming point of light is like a seed
Dilating swiftly to coiling fires.
Each cloud becomes a rapidly dimming face,
Each hurrying face records its strange desires.

— Conrad Aiken The House of Dust (1916)

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Separate we come and separate we go,
And this, be it known, is all that we know.

Walk with me world, upon my right hand walk,
speak to me Babel, that I may strive to assemble
of all these syllables a single word
before the purpose of speech is gone.

I love you, what star do you live on?

Chance Meetings (1917)

Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.

The House of Dust (1916)

And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves
Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight
To divide us forever.

Chance Meetings (1917)

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