The House Of Dust: Complete Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDBD EFGHI EJ KLM NOOPOQP ROSJS OAT KTUUGVI A QWQWOOXO YYUPU ZZGIA2A2OO TAGIA A OB2C2OAC2 D2YE2JYPJP A2OA2OF2GF2I B2 JG2AGA QH2OH2 I2J2QJ2Q OPOK2O L2A2AA2A GIOUO YYF2QF2 B2 GWWGM2N2I O2P2HB2P2 HP2P2Q2P2HR2JR2 P2I2S2B2S2 KUT2UT2 B2YB2OB2 OB2U2UU2 A B2B2B2I | A |
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The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light | B |
The trees grow dark the shadows lean to the east | C |
And lights wink out through the windows one by one | D |
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night | B |
Pale slate grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun | D |
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And the wandering one the inquisitive dreamer of dreams | E |
The eternal asker of answers stands in the street | F |
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain | G |
The purple lights leap down the hill before him | H |
The gorgeous night has begun again | I |
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'I will ask them all I will ask them all their dreams | E |
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces | J |
I will hear them whisper invisible in their veins ' | - |
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness | K |
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest | L |
Or as the numberless voices of long drawn rains | M |
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We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music | N |
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard | O |
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight | O |
We pour in a sinister wave ascend a stair | P |
With laughter and cry and word upon murmured word | O |
We flow we descend we turn and the eternal dreamer | Q |
Moves among us like light like evening air | P |
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Good night Good night Good night We go our ways | R |
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet | O |
The cold rain falls the rain sings | S |
We walk we run we ride We turn our faces | J |
To what the eternal evening brings | S |
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Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid | O |
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky | A |
We have built a city of towers | T |
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Our hands are light they are singing with emptiness | K |
Our souls are light they have shaken a burden of hours | T |
What did we build it for Was it all a dream | U |
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam | U |
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain | G |
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands | V |
And hew rock out of the earth and build them again | I |
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II | A |
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One from his high bright window in a tower | Q |
Leans out as evening falls | W |
And sees the advancing curtain of the shower | Q |
Splashing its silver on roofs and walls | W |
Sees how swift as a shadow it crosses the city | O |
And murmurs beyond far walls to the sea | O |
Leaving a glimmer of water in the dark canyons | X |
And silver falling from eave and tree | O |
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One from his high bright window looking down | Y |
Peers like a dreamer over the rain bright town | Y |
And thinks its towers are like a dream | U |
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare | P |
Pale roofs begin to gleam | U |
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Looking down from a window high in a wall | Z |
He sees us all | Z |
Lifting our pallid faces towards the rain | G |
Searching the sky and going our ways again | I |
Standing in doorways waiting under the trees | A2 |
There in the high bright window he dreams and sees | A2 |
What we are blind to we who mass and crowd | O |
From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud | O |
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The gulls drift slowly above the city of towers | T |
Over the roofs to the darkening sea they fly | A |
Night falls swiftly on an evening of rain | G |
The yellow lamps wink one by one again | I |
The towers reach higher and blacker against the sky | A |
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III | A |
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One where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand | O |
With wave upon slowly shattering wave | B2 |
Turned to the city of towers as evening fell | C2 |
And slowly walked by the darkening road toward it | O |
And saw how the towers darkened against the sky | A |
And across the distance heard the toll of a bell | C2 |
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Along the darkening road he hurried alone | D2 |
With his eyes cast down | Y |
And thought how the streets were hoarse with a tide of people | E2 |
With clamor of voices and numberless faces | J |
And it seemed to him of a sudden that he would drown | Y |
Here in the quiet of evening air | P |
These empty and voiceless places | J |
And he hurried towards the city to enter there | P |
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Along the darkening road between tall trees | A2 |
That made a sinister whisper loudly he walked | O |
Behind him sea gulls dipped over long grey seas | A2 |
Before him numberless lovers smiled and talked | O |
And death was observed with sudden cries | F2 |
And birth with laughter and pain | G |
And the trees grew taller and blacker against the skies | F2 |
And night came down again | I |
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IV | B2 |
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Up high black walls up sombre terraces | J |
Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs | G2 |
The yellow lights went climbing towards the sky | A |
From high black walls gleaming vaguely with rain | G |
Each yellow light looked down like a golden eye | A |
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They trembled from coign to coign and tower to tower | Q |
Along high terraces quicker than dream they flew | H2 |
And some of them steadily glowed and some soon vanished | O |
And some strange shadows threw | H2 |
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And behind them all the ghosts of thoughts went moving | I2 |
Restlessly moving in each lamplit room | J2 |
From chair to mirror from mirror to fire | Q |
From some the light was scarcely more than a gloom | J2 |
From some a dazzling desire | Q |
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And there was one beneath black eaves who thought | O |
Combing with lifted arms her golden hair | P |
Of the lover who hurried towards her through the night | O |
And there was one who dreamed of a sudden death | K2 |
As she blew out her light | O |
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And there was one who turned from clamoring streets | L2 |
And walked in lamplit gardens among black trees | A2 |
And looked at the windy sky | A |
And thought with terror how stones and roots would freeze | A2 |
And birds in the dead boughs cry | A |
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And she hurried back as snow fell mixed with rain | G |
To mingle among the crowds again | I |
To jostle beneath blue lamps along the street | O |
And lost herself in the warm bright coiling dream | U |
With a sound of murmuring voices and shuffling feet | O |
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And one from his high bright window looking down | Y |
On luminous chasms that cleft the basalt town | Y |
Hearing a sea like murmur rise | F2 |
Desired to leave his dream descend from the tower | Q |
And drown in waves of shouts and laughter and cries | F2 |
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V | B2 |
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The snow floats down upon us mingled with rain | G |
It eddies around pale lilac lamps and falls | W |
Down golden windowed walls | W |
We were all born of flesh in a flare of pain | G |
We do not remember the red roots whence we rose | M2 |
But we know that we rose and walked that after a while | N2 |
We shall lie down again | I |
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The snow floats down upon us we turn we turn | O2 |
Through gorges filled with light we sound and flow | P2 |
One is struck down and hurt we crowd about him | H |
We bear him away gaze after his listless body | B2 |
But whether he lives or dies we do not know | P2 |
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One of us sings in the street and we listen to him | H |
The words ring over us like vague bells of sorrow | P2 |
He sings of a house he lived in long ago | P2 |
It is strange this house of dust was the house I lived in | Q2 |
The house you lived in the house that all of us know | P2 |
And coiling slowly about him and laughing at him | H |
And throwing him pennies we bear away | R2 |
A mournful echo of other times and places | J |
And follow a dream a dream that will not stay | R2 |
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Down long broad flights of lamplit stairs we flow | P2 |
Noisy in scattered waves crowding and shouting | I2 |
In broken slow cascades | S2 |
The gardens extend before us We spread out swiftly | B2 |
Trees are above us and darkness The canyon fades | S2 |
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And we recall with a gleaming stab of sadness | K |
Vaguely and incoherently some dream | U |
Of a world we came from a world of sun blue hills | T2 |
A black wood whispers around us green eyes gleam | U |
Someone cries in the forest and someone kills | T2 |
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We flow to the east to the white lined shivering sea | B2 |
We reach to the west where the whirling sun went down | Y |
We close our eyes to music in bright cafees | B2 |
We diverge from clamorous streets to streets that are silent | O |
We loaf where the wind spilled fountain plays | B2 |
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And growing tired we turn aside at last | O |
Remember our secret selves seek out our towers | B2 |
Lay weary hands on the banisters and climb | U2 |
Climbing each to his little four square dream | U |
Of love or lust or beauty or death or crime | U2 |
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VI | A |
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Over the darkened city the city of towers | B2 |
The city of a thousand gates | B2 |
Over the gleaming terraced roofs the huddl | B2 |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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