The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08: The Box With Silver Handles Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Well mdash it was two days after my husband died mdash	A
Two days And the earth still raw above him	B
And I was sweeping the carpet in their hall	C
In number four mdash the room with the red wall paper mdash	A
Some chorus girls and men were singing that song	D
'They'll soon be lighting candles	E
Round a box with silver handles' mdash and hearing them sing it	F
I started to cry Just then he came along	D
And stopped on the stairs and turned and looked at me	G
And took the cigar from his mouth and sort of smiled	H
And said 'Say what's the matter ' and then came down	I
Where I was leaning against the wall	C
And touched my shoulder and put his arm around me	G
And I was so sad thinking about it mdash	A
Thinking that it was raining and a cold night	J
With Jim so unaccustomed to being dead mdash	A
That I was happy to have him sympathize	K
To feel his arm and leaned against him and cried	L
And before I knew it he got me into a room	M
Where a table was set and no one there	N
And sat me down on a sofa and held me close	O
And talked to me telling me not to cry	P
That it was all right he'd look after me mdash	A
But not to cry my eyes were getting red	Q
Which didn't make me pretty And he was so nice	R
That when he turned my face between his hands	S
And looked at me with those blue eyes of his	T
And smiled and leaned and kissed me mdash	A
Somehow I couldn't tell him not to do it	F
Somehow I didn't mind I let him kiss me	G
And closed my eyes Well that was how it started	U
For when my heart was eased with crying and grief	V
Had passed and left me quiet somehow it seemed	W
As if it wasn't honest to change my mind	X
To send him away or say I hadn't meant it mdash	A
And anyway it seemed so hard to explain	Y
And so we sat and talked not talking much	A
But meaning as much in silence as in words	Z
There in that empty room with palms about us	A2
That private dining room And as we sat there	N
I felt my future changing day by day	B2
With unknown streets opening left and right	J
New streets with farther lights new taller houses	C2
Doors swinging into hallways filled with light	J
Half opened luminous windows with white curtains	D2
Streaming out in the night and sudden music mdash	A
And thinking of this and through it half remembering	E2
A quick and horrible death my husband's eyes	K
The broken plastered walls my boy asleep mdash	A
It seemed as if my brain would break in two	F2
My voice began to tremble and when I stood	G2
And told him I must go and said good night mdash	A
I couldn't see the end How would it end	H2
Would he return to morrow Or would he not	I2
And did I want him to mdash or would I rather	J2
Look for another job mdash He took my shoulders	K2
Between his hands and looked down into my eyes	K
And smiled and said good night If he had kissed me	G
That would have mdash well I don't know but he didn't	L2
And so I went downstairs then half elated	U
Hoping to close the door before that party	G
In number four should sing that song again mdash	A
'They'll soon be lighting candles round a box with silver handles' mdash	A
And sure enough I did I faced the darkness	A2
And my eyes were filled with tears And I was happy	G

Conrad Potter Aiken

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