“A chorus of elfin voices blowing about me
Weaves to a babel of sound. Each cries a secret.
I run among them, reach out vain hands, and drown.”

—  Conrad Aiken

The House of Dust (1916 - 1917)

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American novelist and poet 1889–1973

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