So, talking with my first wife,At the dark end of evening, when she leanedAnd smiled at me, with blue eyes weaving websOf finest fire, revolving me in scarlet,--Calling to mind remote and small successionsOf countless other evenings ending so,--I smiled, and met her kiss, and wished her dead
-Conrad Aiken
Select a background
More quotes by Conrad Aiken
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.