Senlin: His Dark Origins Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Senlin sits before us and we see him | B |
He smokes his pipe before us and we hear him | B |
Is he small with reddish hair | C |
Does he light his pipe with meditative stare | C |
And a pointed flame reflected in both eyes | D |
Is he sad and happy and foolish and wise | D |
Did no one see him enter the doors of the city | E |
Looking above him at the roofs and trees and skies | D |
'I stepped from a cloud' he says 'as evening fell | F |
I walked on the sound of a bell | F |
I ran with winged heels along a gust | G |
Or is it true that I laughed and sprang from dust | G |
Has no one in a great autumnal forest | G |
When the wind bares the trees | H |
Heard the sad horn of Senlin slowly blown | I |
Has no one on a mountain in the spring | J |
Heard Senlin sing | J |
Perhaps I came alone on a snow white horse | K |
Riding alone from the deep starred night | L |
Perhaps I came on a ship whose sails were music | M |
Sailing from moon or sun on a river of light ' | - |
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He lights his pipe with a pointed flame | N |
'Yet there were many autumns before I came | N |
And many springs And more will come long after | O |
There is no horn for me or song or laughter | O |
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The city dissolves about us and its walls | P |
Become an ancient forest There is no sound | Q |
Except where an old twig tires and falls | P |
Or a lizard among the dead leaves crawls | P |
Or a flutter is heard in darkness along the ground | Q |
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Has Senlin become a forest Do we walk in Senlin | I |
Is Senlin the wood we walk in ourselves the world | R |
Senlin we cry Senlin again No answer | O |
Only soft broken echoes backward whirled | R |
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Yet we would say this is no wood at all | S |
But a small white room with a lamp upon the wall | S |
And Senlin before us pale with reddish hair | C |
Lights his pipe with a meditative stare | C |
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Senlin walking beside us swings his arms | T |
And turns his head to look at walls and trees | H |
The wind comes whistling from shrill stars of winter | O |
The lights are jewels black roots freeze | H |
'Did I then stretch from the bitter earth like these | H |
Reaching upward with slow and rigid pain | I |
To seek in another air myself again ' | - |
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Immense and solitary in a desert of rocks | U |
Behold a bewildered oak | V |
With white clouds screaming through its leafy brain | I |
'Or was I the single ant or tinier thing | J |
That crept from the rocks of buried time | W |
And dedicated its holy life to climb | W |
From atom to beetling atom jagged grain to grain | I |
Patiently out of the darkness we call sleep | X |
Into a hollow gigantic world of light | L |
Thinking the sky to be its destined shell | F |
Hoping to fit it well ' | - |
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The city dissolves about us and its walls | P |
Are mountains of rock cruelly carved by wind | Y |
Sand streams down their wasting sides sand | Z |
Mounts upward slowly about them foot and hand | Z |
We crawl and bleed among them Is this Senlin | I |
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In the desert of Senlin must we live and die | A2 |
We hear the decay of rocks the crash of boulders | B2 |
Snarling of sand on sand 'Senlin ' we cry | A2 |
'Senlin ' again Our shadows revolve in silence | C2 |
Under the soulless brilliance of blue sky | A2 |
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Yet we would say there are no rocks at all | S |
Nor desert of sand here by a city wall | S |
White lights jewell the evening black roots freeze | H |
And Senlin turns his head to look at trees | H |
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It is evening Senlin says and in the evening | J |
By a silent shore by a far distant sea | E |
White unicorns come gravely down to the water | O |
In the lilac dusk they come they are white and stately | E |
Stars hang over the purple waveless sea | E |
A sea on which no sail was ever lifted | D2 |
Where a human voice was never heard | E2 |
The shadows of vague hills are dark on the water | O |
The silent stars seem silently to sing | J |
And gravely come white unicorns down to the water | O |
One by one they come and drink their fill | F2 |
And daisies burn like stars on the darkened hill | F2 |
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It is evening Senlin says and in the evening | J |
The leaves on the trees abandoned by the light | L |
Look to the earth and whisper and are still | F2 |
The bat with horned wings tumbling through the darkness | G2 |
Breaks the web and the spider falls to the ground | Q |
The starry dewdrop gathers upon the oakleaf | H2 |
Clings to the edge and falls without a sound | Q |
Do maidens spread their white palms to the starlight | L |
And walk three steps to the east and clearly sing | J |
Do dewdrops fall like a shower of stars from willows | I2 |
Has the small moon a ghostly ring | J |
White skeletons dance on the moonlit grass | J2 |
Singing maidens are buried in deep graves | K2 |
The stars hang over a sea like polished glass | J2 |
And solemnly one by one in the darkness there | C |
Neighing far off on the haunted air | C |
White unicorns come gravely down to the water | O |
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No silver bells are heard The westering moon | I |
Lights the pale floors of caverns by the sea | E |
Wet weed hangs on the rock In shimmering pools | L2 |
Left on the rocks by the receding sea | E |
Starfish slowly turn their white and brown | I |
Or writhe on the naked rocks and drown | I |
Do sea girls haunt these caves do we hear faint singing | J |
Do we hear from under the sea a faint bell ringing | J |
Was that a white hand lifted among the bubbles | M2 |
And fallen softly back | N2 |
No these shores and caverns are all silent | O2 |
Dead in the moonlight only far above | P2 |
On the smooth contours of these headlands | M2 |
White amid the eternal black | N2 |
One by one in the moonlight there | C |
Neighing far off on the haunted air | C |
The unicorns come down to the sea | M2 |
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Senlin walking before us in the sunlight | L |
Bending his small legs in a peculiar way | Q2 |
Goes to his work with thoughts of the universe | M2 |
His hands are in his pockets he smokes his pipe | R2 |
He is happily conscious of roofs and skies | M2 |
And without turning his head he turns his eyes | M2 |
To regard white horses drawing a small white hearse | M2 |
The sky is brilliant between the roofs | M2 |
The windows flash in the yellow sun | I |
On the hard pavement ring the hoofs | M2 |
The light wheels softly run | I |
Bright particles of sunlight fall | S |
Quiver and flash gyrate and burn | I |
Honey like heat flows down the wall | S |
The white spokes dazzle and turn | I |
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Senlin walking before us in the sunlight | L |
Regards the hearse with an introspective eye | A2 |
'Is it my childhood there ' he asks | M2 |
'Sealed in a hearse and hurrying by ' | - |
He taps his trowel against a stone | I |
The trowel sings with a silver tone | I |
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'Nevertheless I know this well | F |
Bury it deep and toll a bell | F |
Bury it under land or sea | M2 |
You cannot bury it save in me ' | - |
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It is as if his soul had become a city | M2 |
With noisily peopled streets and through these streets | M2 |
Senlin himself comes driving a small white hearse | M2 |
'Senlin ' we cry He does not turn his head | S2 |
But is that Senlin Or is this city Senlin | I |
Quietly watching the burial of the dead | S2 |
Dumbly observing the cort ge of its dead | S2 |
Yet we would say that all this is but madness | M2 |
Around a distant corner trots the hearse | M2 |
And Senlin walks before us in the sunlight | L |
Happily conscious of his universe | M2 |
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In the hot noon in an old and savage garden | I |
The peach tree grows Its cruel and ugly roots | M2 |
Rend and rifle the silent earth for moisture | O |
Above in the blue hang warm and golden fruits | M2 |
Look how the cancerous roots crack mould and stone | I |
Earth if she had a voice would wail her pain | I |
Is she the victim or is the tree the victim | T2 |
Delicate blossoms opened in the rain | I |
Black bees flew among them in the sunlight | L |
And sacked them ruthlessly and no a bird | E2 |
Hangs sharp eyed in the leaves and pecks the fruit | U2 |
And the peach tree dreams and does not say a word | E2 |
Senlin tapping his trowel against a stone | I |
Observes this tree he planted it is his own | I |
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'You will think it strange ' says Senlin 'but this tree | M2 |
Utters profound things in this garden | I |
And in its silence speaks to me | M2 |
I have sensations when I stand beneath it | V2 |
As if its leaves looked at me and c | M2 |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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