The House Of Dust: Part 03: 01: As Evening Falls Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDCBECFAGHHIHJKL KMMHHNNOO AALPQQRIRIAs evening falls | A |
And the yellow lights leap one by one | B |
Along high walls | A |
And along black streets that glisten as if with rain | C |
The muted city seems | D |
Like one in a restless sleep who lies and dreams | D |
Of vague desires and memories and half forgotten pain | C |
Along dark veins like lights the quick dreams run | B |
Flash are extinguished flash again | E |
To mingle and glow at last in the enormous brain | C |
And die away | F |
As evening falls | A |
A dream dissolves these insubstantial walls mdash | G |
A myriad secretly gliding lights lie bare | H |
The lovers rise the harlot combs her hair | H |
The dead man's face grows blue in the dizzy lamplight | I |
The watchman climbs the stair | H |
The bank defaulter leers at a chaos of figures | J |
And runs among them and is beaten down | K |
The sick man coughs and hears the chisels ringing | L |
The tired clown | K |
Sees the enormous crowd a million faces | M |
Motionless in their places | M |
Ready to laugh and seize and crush and tear | H |
The dancer smooths her hair | H |
Laces her golden slippers and runs through the door | N |
To dance once more | N |
Hearing swift music like an enchantment rise | O |
Feeling the praise of a thousand eyes | O |
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As darkness falls | A |
The walls grow luminous and warm the walls | A |
Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving | L |
Moving like music secret and rich and warm | P |
How shall we live tonight Where shall we turn | Q |
To what new light or darkness yearn | Q |
A thousand winding stairs lead down before us | R |
And one by one in myriads we descend | I |
By lamplit flowered walls long balustrades | R |
Through half lit halls which reach no end | I |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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