Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGF HIJIBKGK LMNMOPQP RGMGSTIT HUVUWXYX ZA2GA2 RB2MB2IC2IC2D2GE2G HF2G2H2RIE2I ZA2GA2 E2KHKNXRX I2J2K2J2 RB2HB2 LIYINZL2Z ZA2GA2 M2C2N2C2XX EFEO2 KP2NP2 Q2R2CR2 A2S2GS2 VC2F2C2 NF2GF2JT2WT2 NU2IU2GV2VV2 W2X2Y2X2 NEZ2EF2FA3F E2Z2NB3RRFRIII C3D3E3B2E3 EHB2GB2 GGF3GE2ZG3Z ZUH3I3

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I am a house says Senlin locked and darkenedB
Sealed from the sun with wall and door and blindC
Summon me loudly and you'll hear slow footstepsD
Ring far and faint in the galleries of my mindC
You'll hear soft steps on an old and dusty stairwayE
Peer darkly through some corner of a paneF
You'll see me with a faint light coming slowlyG
Pausing above some gallery of the brainF
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I am a city In the blue light of eveningH
Wind wanders among my streets and makes them fairI
I am a room of rock a maiden dancesJ
Lifting her hands tossing her golden hairI
She combs her hair the room of rock is darkenedB
She extends herself in me and I am sleepK
It is my pride that starlight is above meG
I dream amid waves of air my walls are deepK
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I am a door before me roils the darknessL
Behind me ring clear waves of sound and lightM
Stand in the shadowy street outside and listenN
The crying of violins assails the nightM
My walls are deep but the cries of music pierce themO
They shake with the sound of drums yet it is strangeP
That I should know so little what means this musicQ
Hearing it always within me change and changeP
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Knock on the door and you shall have an answerR
Open the heavy walls to set me freeG
And blow a horn to call me into the sunlightM
And startled then what a strange thing you will seeG
Nuns murderers and drunkards saints and sinnersS
Lover and dancing girl and sage and clownT
Will laugh upon you and you will find me nowhereI
I am a room a house a street a townT
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It is morning Senlin says and in the morningH
When the light drips through the shutters like the dewU
I arise I face the sunriseV
And do the things my fathers learned to doU
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftopsW
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to dieX
And I myself on a swiftly tilting planetY
Stand before a glass and tie my tieX
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Vine leaves tap my windowZ
Dew drops sing to the garden stonesA2
The robin chips in the chinaberry treeG
Repeating three clear tonesA2
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It is morning I stand by the mirrorR
And tie my tie once moreB2
While waves far off in a pale rose twilightM
Crash on a white sand shoreB2
I stand by a mirror and comb my hairI
How small and white my faceC2
The green earth tilts through a sphere of airI
And bathes in a flame of spaceC2
There are houses hanging above the starsD2
And stars hung under a seaG
And a sun far off in a shell of silenceE2
Dapples my walls for meG
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It is morning Senlin says and in the morningH
Should I not pause in the light to remember GodF2
Upright and firm I stand on a star unstableG2
He is immense and lonely as a cloudH2
I will dedicate this moment before my mirrorR
To him alone and for him I will comb my hairI
Accept these humble offerings cloud of silenceE2
I will think of you as I descend the stairI
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Vine leaves tap my windowZ
The snail track shines on the stonesA2
Dew drops flash from the chinaberry treeG
Repeating two clear tonesA2
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It is morning I awake from a bed of silenceE2
Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleepK
The walls are about me still as in the eveningH
I am the same and the same name still I keepK
The earth revolves with me yet makes no motionN
The stars pale silently in a coral skyX
In a whistling void I stand before my mirrorR
Unconcerned I tie my tieX
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There are horses neighing on far off hillsI2
Tossing their long white manesJ2
And mountains flash in the rose white duskK2
Their shoulders black with rainsJ2
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It is morning I stand by the mirrorR
And surprise my soul once moreB2
The blue air rushes above my ceilingH
There are suns beneath my floorB2
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It is morning Senlin says I ascend from darknessL
And depart on the winds of space for I know not whereI
My watch is wound a key is in my pocketY
And the sky is darkened as I descend the stairI
There are shadows across the windows clouds in heavenN
And a god among the stars and I will goZ
Thinking of him as I might think of daybreakL2
And humming a tune I knowZ
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Vine leaves tap at the windowZ
Dew drops sing to the garden stonesA2
The robin chirps in the chinaberry treeG
Repeating three clear tonesA2
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I walk to my work says Senlin along a streetM2
Superbly hung in spaceC2
I lift these mortal stones and with my trowelN2
I tap them into placeC2
But is god perhaps a giant who ties his tieX
Grimacing before a colossal glass of skyX
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These stones are heavy these stones decayE
These stones are wet with rainF
I build them into a wall todayE
Tomorrow they fall againO2
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Does god arise from a chaos of starless sleepK
Rise from the dark and stretch his arms and yawnP2
And drowsily look from the window at his gardenN
And rejoice at the dewdrop sparkeling on his lawnP2
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Does he remember suddenly with amazementQ2
The yesterday he left in sleep his nameR2
Or the glittering street superbly hung in windC
Along which in the dusk he slowly cameR2
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I devise new patterns for laying stonesA2
And build a stronger wallS2
One drop of rain astonishes meG
And I let my trowel fallS2
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The flashing of leaves delights my eyesV
Blue air delights my faceC2
I will dedicate this stone to godF2
And tap it into its placeC2
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That woman did she try to attract my attentionN
Is it true I saw her smile and nodF2
She turned her head and smiled was it for meG
It is better to think of work or godF2
The clouds pile coldly above the housesJ
Slow wind revolves the leavesT2
It begins to rain and the first long dropsW
Are slantingly blown from eavesT2
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But it is true she tried to attract my attentionN
She pressed a rose to her chin and smiledU2
Her hand was white by the richness of her hairI
Her eyes were those of a childU2
It is true she looked at me as if she liked meG
And turned away afraid to look too longV2
She watched me out of the corners of her eyesV
And tapping time with fingers hummed a songV2
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Nevertheless I will think of workW2
With a trowel in my handsX2
Or the vague god who blows like cloudsY2
Above these dripping landsX2
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But is it sure she tried to attract my attentionN
She leaned her elbow in a peculiar wayE
There in the crowded room she touched my handZ2
She must have known and yet she let it stayE
Music of flesh Music of root and sodF2
Leaf touching leaf in the rainF
Impalpable clouds of red ascendA3
Red clouds blow over my brainF
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Did she await from me some sign of acceptanceE2
I smoothed my hair with a faltering handZ2
I started a feeble smile but the smile was frozenN
Perhaps I thought I misunderstoodB3
Is it to be conceived that I could attract herR
This dull and futile flesh attract such fireR
I with a trowel's dullness in hand and brainF
Take on some godlike aspect rouse desireR
Incredible delicious I will wearI
A brighter color of tie arranged with careI
I will delight in god as I comb my hairI
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And the conquests of my bolder past returnC3
Like strains of music some lost tuneD3
Recalled from youth and a happier timeE3
I take my sweetheart's arm in the dusk once moreB2
One more we climbE3
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Up the forbidden stairwayE
Under the flickering light along the railingH
I catch her hand in the dark we laugh once moreB2
I hear the rustle of silk and follow swiftlyG
And softly at last we close the doorB2
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Yes it is true that woman tried to attract meG
It is true she came out of time for meG
Came from the swirling and savage forest of earthF3
The cruel eternity of the seaG
She parted the leaves of waves and rose from silenceE2
Shining with secrets she did not knowZ
Music of dust Music of web and webG3
And I bewildered let her goZ
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I light my pipe The flame is yellowZ
Edged underneath with blueU
These thoughts are truer of god perhapsH3
Than thoughtsI3

Conrad Potter Aiken



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