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Quotation by Conrad Aiken
. . . Look! this flesh how it crumbles to dust and is blown! These bones, how they grind in the granite of frost and are nothing! This skull, how it yawns for a flicker of time in the darkness, Yet laughs not and sees not!
Conrad Aiken (1889–1973), U.S. poet, novelist. Tetéelestai (l. 68–71). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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