“One white rose... or is it pink, to-day?”

—  Conrad Aiken

They pause and smile, not caring what they say,
If only they may talk.
The crowd flows past them like dividing waters.
Dreaming they stand, dreaming they walk.
The House of Dust (1916 - 1917)

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American novelist and poet 1889–1973

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