The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain Poem Rhyme Scheme

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You see that porcelain ranged there in the window mdash	A
Platters and soup plates done with pale pink rosebuds	B
And tiny violets and wreaths of ivy	C
See how the pattern clings to the gleaming edges	B
They're works of art mdash minutely seen and felt	D
Each petal done devoutly Is it failure	E
To spend your blood like this	B
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Study them you will see there in the porcelain	F
If you stare hard enough a sort of swimming	G
Of lights and shadows ghosts within a crystal mdash	A
My brain unfolding There you'll see me sitting	G
Day after day close to a certain window	H
Looking down sometimes to see the people	I
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Sometimes my wife comes there to speak to me	C
Sometimes the grey cat waves his tail around me	C
Goldfish swim in a bowl glisten in sunlight	J
Dilate to a gorgeous size blow delicate bubbles	B
Drowse among dark green weeds On rainy days	B
You'll see a gas light shedding light behind me mdash	A
An eye shade round my forehead There I sit	K
Twirling the tiny brushes in my paint cups	B
Painting the pale pink rosebuds minute violets	B
Exquisite wreaths of dark green ivy leaves	B
On this leaf goes a dream I dreamed last night	J
Of two soft patterned toads mdash I thought them stones	B
Until they hopped And then a great black spider mdash	A
Tarantula perhaps a hideous thing mdash	A
It crossed the room in one tremendous leap	L
Here mdash as I coil the stems between two leaves mdash	A
It is as if dwindling to atomy size	B
I cried the secret between two universes	B
A friend of mine took hasheesh once and said	M
Just as he fell asleep he had a dream mdash	A
Though with his eyes wide open mdash	A
And felt or saw or knew himself a part	N
Of marvelous slowly wreathing intricate patterns	B
Plane upon plane depth upon coiling depth	O
Amazing leaves folding one on another	E
Voluted grasses twists and curves and spirals mdash	A
All of it darkly moving as for me	C
I need no hasheesh for it mdash it's too easy	C
Soon as I shut my eyes I set out walking	G
In a monstrous jungle of monstrous pale pink roseleaves	C
Violets purple as death dripping with water	E
And ivy leaves as big as clouds above me	C
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Here in a simple pattern of separate violets mdash	A
With scalloped edges gilded mdash here you have me	C
Thinking of something else My wife you know mdash	A
There's something lacking mdash force or will or passion	F
I don't know what it is mdash and so sometimes	C
When I am tired or haven't slept three nights	C
Or it is cloudy with low threat of rain	P
I get uneasy mdash just like poplar trees	C
Ruffling their leaves mdash and I begin to think	Q
Of poor Pauline so many years ago	H
And that delicious night Where is she now	R
I meant to write mdash but she has moved by this time	S
And then besides she might find out I'm married	T
Well there is more mdash I'm getting old and timid mdash	A
The years have gnawed my will I've lost my nerve	U
I never strike out boldly as I used to mdash	A
But sit here painting violets and remember	E
That thrilling night Photographers she said	M
Asked her to pose for them her eyes and forehead mdash	A
Dark brown eyes and a smooth and pallid forehead mdash	A
Were thought so beautiful mdash And so they were	E
Pauline These violets are like words remembered	V
Darling she whispered Darling Darling Darling	G
Well I suppose such days can come but once	C
Lord how happy we were	E
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Here if you only knew it is a story mdash	A
Here in these leaves I stopped my work to tell it	K
And then when I had finished went on thinking	G
A man I saw on a train I was still a boy	W
Who killed himself by diving against a wall	X
Here is a recollection of my wife	Y
When she was still my sweetheart years ago	H
It's funny how things change mdash just change by growing	G
Without an effort And here are trivial things mdash	A
A chill an errand forgotten a cut while shaving	G
A friend of mine who tells me he is married	T
Or is that last so trivial Well no matter	E
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This is the sort of thing you'll see of me	C
If you look hard enough This in its way	Z
Is a kind of fame My life arranged before you	A2
In scrolls of leaves rosebuds violets ivy	C
Clustered or wreathed on plate and cup and platter	E
Sometimes I say I'm just like John the Baptist mdash	A
You have my head before you on a platter	E

Conrad Potter Aiken

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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