Thursday, July 7, 2011

The House Of Dust

And the new are born who desire to destroy the old;
And fires are kindled and quenched; and dreams are broken,
And walls flung down . . .
And the slow night whirls in snow over towers of dreamers,
And whiteness hushes the town.

Conrad Aiken

Image by moony 1.


Monica said...

Beautiful little poem.