Aldous Leonard Huxley›Poezii
(6 texte)[[en]] Aldous Leonard Huxley was born on July 26, 1894, into a family that included some of the most distinguished members of that part of the Biografia completă →
Carpe Noctem
There is no future, there is no more past, No roots nor fruits, but momentary flowers. Lie still, only lie still and night will last, Silent and
Darkness
My close-walled soul has never known That innermost darkness, dazzling sight, Like the blind point, whence the visions spring In the core of the
Vision
I had been sitting alone with books, Till doubt was a black disease, When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks In the bare, prophetic
Crapulous Impression
(To J.S.) Still life, still life…the high-lights shine Hard and sharp on the bottles: the wine Stands firmly solid in the glasses, Smooth
Perils of the Small Hours
When life burns low as the fire in the grate And all the evening\'s books are read, I sit alone, save for the dead And the lovers I have grown to
Doors Of The Temple
Many are the doors of the spirit that lead Into the inmost shrine: And I count the gates of the temple divine, Since the god of the place is God