Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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I am a house says Senlin locked and darkened | B |
Sealed from the sun with wall and door and blind | C |
Summon me loudly and you'll hear slow footsteps | D |
Ring far and faint in the galleries of my mind | C |
You'll hear soft steps on an old and dusty stairway | E |
Peer darkly through some corner of a pane | F |
You'll see me with a faint light coming slowly | G |
Pausing above some gallery of the brain | F |
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I am a city In the blue light of evening | H |
Wind wanders among my streets and makes them fair | I |
I am a room of rock a maiden dances | J |
Lifting her hands tossing her golden hair | I |
She combs her hair the room of rock is darkened | B |
She extends herself in me and I am sleep | K |
It is my pride that starlight is above me | G |
I dream amid waves of air my walls are deep | K |
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I am a door before me roils the darkness | L |
Behind me ring clear waves of sound and light | M |
Stand in the shadowy street outside and listen | N |
The crying of violins assails the night | M |
My walls are deep but the cries of music pierce them | O |
They shake with the sound of drums yet it is strange | P |
That I should know so little what means this music | Q |
Hearing it always within me change and change | P |
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Knock on the door and you shall have an answer | R |
Open the heavy walls to set me free | G |
And blow a horn to call me into the sunlight | M |
And startled then what a strange thing you will see | G |
Nuns murderers and drunkards saints and sinners | S |
Lover and dancing girl and sage and clown | T |
Will laugh upon you and you will find me nowhere | I |
I am a room a house a street a town | T |
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It is morning Senlin says and in the morning | H |
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew | U |
I arise I face the sunrise | V |
And do the things my fathers learned to do | U |
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops | W |
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die | X |
And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet | Y |
Stand before a glass and tie my tie | X |
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Vine leaves tap my window | Z |
Dew drops sing to the garden stones | A2 |
The robin chips in the chinaberry tree | G |
Repeating three clear tones | A2 |
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It is morning I stand by the mirror | R |
And tie my tie once more | B2 |
While waves far off in a pale rose twilight | M |
Crash on a white sand shore | B2 |
I stand by a mirror and comb my hair | I |
How small and white my face | C2 |
The green earth tilts through a sphere of air | I |
And bathes in a flame of space | C2 |
There are houses hanging above the stars | D2 |
And stars hung under a sea | G |
And a sun far off in a shell of silence | E2 |
Dapples my walls for me | G |
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It is morning Senlin says and in the morning | H |
Should I not pause in the light to remember God | F2 |
Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable | G2 |
He is immense and lonely as a cloud | H2 |
I will dedicate this moment before my mirror | R |
To him alone and for him I will comb my hair | I |
Accept these humble offerings cloud of silence | E2 |
I will think of you as I descend the stair | I |
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Vine leaves tap my window | Z |
The snail track shines on the stones | A2 |
Dew drops flash from the chinaberry tree | G |
Repeating two clear tones | A2 |
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It is morning I awake from a bed of silence | E2 |
Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep | K |
The walls are about me still as in the evening | H |
I am the same and the same name still I keep | K |
The earth revolves with me yet makes no motion | N |
The stars pale silently in a coral sky | X |
In a whistling void I stand before my mirror | R |
Unconcerned I tie my tie | X |
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There are horses neighing on far off hills | I2 |
Tossing their long white manes | J2 |
And mountains flash in the rose white dusk | K2 |
Their shoulders black with rains | J2 |
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It is morning I stand by the mirror | R |
And surprise my soul once more | B2 |
The blue air rushes above my ceiling | H |
There are suns beneath my floor | B2 |
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It is morning Senlin says I ascend from darkness | L |
And depart on the winds of space for I know not where | I |
My watch is wound a key is in my pocket | Y |
And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair | I |
There are shadows across the windows clouds in heaven | N |
And a god among the stars and I will go | Z |
Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak | L2 |
And humming a tune I know | Z |
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Vine leaves tap at the window | Z |
Dew drops sing to the garden stones | A2 |
The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree | G |
Repeating three clear tones | A2 |
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I walk to my work says Senlin along a street | M2 |
Superbly hung in space | C2 |
I lift these mortal stones and with my trowel | N2 |
I tap them into place | C2 |
But is god perhaps a giant who ties his tie | X |
Grimacing before a colossal glass of sky | X |
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These stones are heavy these stones decay | E |
These stones are wet with rain | F |
I build them into a wall today | E |
Tomorrow they fall again | O2 |
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Does god arise from a chaos of starless sleep | K |
Rise from the dark and stretch his arms and yawn | P2 |
And drowsily look from the window at his garden | N |
And rejoice at the dewdrop sparkeling on his lawn | P2 |
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Does he remember suddenly with amazement | Q2 |
The yesterday he left in sleep his name | R2 |
Or the glittering street superbly hung in wind | C |
Along which in the dusk he slowly came | R2 |
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I devise new patterns for laying stones | A2 |
And build a stronger wall | S2 |
One drop of rain astonishes me | G |
And I let my trowel fall | S2 |
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The flashing of leaves delights my eyes | V |
Blue air delights my face | C2 |
I will dedicate this stone to god | F2 |
And tap it into its place | C2 |
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That woman did she try to attract my attention | N |
Is it true I saw her smile and nod | F2 |
She turned her head and smiled was it for me | G |
It is better to think of work or god | F2 |
The clouds pile coldly above the houses | J |
Slow wind revolves the leaves | T2 |
It begins to rain and the first long drops | W |
Are slantingly blown from eaves | T2 |
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But it is true she tried to attract my attention | N |
She pressed a rose to her chin and smiled | U2 |
Her hand was white by the richness of her hair | I |
Her eyes were those of a child | U2 |
It is true she looked at me as if she liked me | G |
And turned away afraid to look too long | V2 |
She watched me out of the corners of her eyes | V |
And tapping time with fingers hummed a song | V2 |
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Nevertheless I will think of work | W2 |
With a trowel in my hands | X2 |
Or the vague god who blows like clouds | Y2 |
Above these dripping lands | X2 |
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But is it sure she tried to attract my attention | N |
She leaned her elbow in a peculiar way | E |
There in the crowded room she touched my hand | Z2 |
She must have known and yet she let it stay | E |
Music of flesh Music of root and sod | F2 |
Leaf touching leaf in the rain | F |
Impalpable clouds of red ascend | A3 |
Red clouds blow over my brain | F |
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Did she await from me some sign of acceptance | E2 |
I smoothed my hair with a faltering hand | Z2 |
I started a feeble smile but the smile was frozen | N |
Perhaps I thought I misunderstood | B3 |
Is it to be conceived that I could attract her | R |
This dull and futile flesh attract such fire | R |
I with a trowel's dullness in hand and brain | F |
Take on some godlike aspect rouse desire | R |
Incredible delicious I will wear | I |
A brighter color of tie arranged with care | I |
I will delight in god as I comb my hair | I |
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And the conquests of my bolder past return | C3 |
Like strains of music some lost tune | D3 |
Recalled from youth and a happier time | E3 |
I take my sweetheart's arm in the dusk once more | B2 |
One more we climb | E3 |
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Up the forbidden stairway | E |
Under the flickering light along the railing | H |
I catch her hand in the dark we laugh once more | B2 |
I hear the rustle of silk and follow swiftly | G |
And softly at last we close the door | B2 |
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Yes it is true that woman tried to attract me | G |
It is true she came out of time for me | G |
Came from the swirling and savage forest of earth | F3 |
The cruel eternity of the sea | G |
She parted the leaves of waves and rose from silence | E2 |
Shining with secrets she did not know | Z |
Music of dust Music of web and web | G3 |
And I bewildered let her go | Z |
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I light my pipe The flame is yellow | Z |
Edged underneath with blue | U |
These thoughts are truer of god perhaps | H3 |
Than thoughts | I3 |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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