The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Well as you say we live for small horizonsA
We move in crowds we flow and talk togetherB
Seeing so many eyes and hands and facesC
So many mouths and all with secret meanings mdashD
Yet know so little of them only seeingE
The small bright circle of our consciousnessF
Beyond which lies the dark Some few we know mdashD
Or think we know Once on a sun bright morningE
I walked in a certain hallway trying to findG
A certain door I found one tried it openedH
And there in a spacious chamber brightly lightedI
A hundred men played music loudly swiftlyJ
While one tall woman sent her voice above themK
In powerful sweetness Closing then the doorL
I heard it die behind me fade to whisper mdashD
And walked in a quiet hallway as beforeL
Just such a glimpse as through that opened doorL
Is all we know of those we call our friendsM
We hear a sudden music see a playingE
Of ordered thoughts mdash and all again is silenceN
The music we suppose as in ourselvesO
Goes on forever there behind shut doors mdashD
As it continues after our departureB
So we divine it played before we cameP
What do you know of me or I of youQ
Little enough We set these doors ajarR
Only for chosen movements of the musicS
This passage so I think mdash yet this is guessworkT
Will please him mdash it is in a strain he fancies mdashD
More brilliant though than his and while he likes itU
He will be piqued He looks at me bewilderedV
And thinks to judge from self mdash this too is guessworkT
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The music strangely subtle deep in meaningE
Perplexed with implications he suspects meJ
Of hidden riches unexpected wisdomW
Or else I let him hear a lyric passage mdashD
Simple and clear and all the while he listensA
I make pretence to think my doors are closedX
This too bewilders him He eyes me sidelongE
Wondering 'Is he such a fool as thisY
Or only mocking ' mdash There I let it endZ
Sometimes of course and when we least suspect it mdashD
When we pursue our thoughts with too much passionA2
Talking with too great zeal mdash our doors fly openA2
Without intention and the hungry watcherB
Stares at the feast carries away our secretsB2
And laughs but this for many counts is seldomW
And for the most part we vouchsafe our friendsM
Our lovers too only such few clear notesC2
As we shall deem them likely to admireD2
'Praise me for this' we say or 'laugh at this '-
Or 'marvel at my candor' all the whileE2
Withholding what's most precious to ourselves mdashD
Some sinister depth of lust or fear or hatredI
The sombre note that gives the chord its powerB
Or a white loveliness mdash if such we know mdashD
Too much like fire to speak of without shameP
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Well this being so and we who know it beingE
So curious about those well locked housesC
The minds of those we know mdash to enter softlyJ
And steal from floor to floor up shadowy stairwaysF2
From room to quiet room from wall to wallG2
Breathing deliberately the very airH2
Pressing our hands and nerves against warm darknessF
To learn what ghosts are there mdashD
Suppose for once I set my doors wide openA2
And bid you in Suppose I try to tell youQ
The secrets of this house and how I live hereI2
Suppose I tell you who I am in factJ2
Deceiving you mdash as far as I may know it mdashD
Only so much as I deceive myselfK2
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If you are clever you already see meJ
As one who moves forever in a cloudL2
Of warm bright vanity a luminous cloudL2
Which falls on all things with a quivering magicE
Changing such outlines as a light may changeM2
Brightening what lies dark to me concealingE
Those things that will not change I walk sustainedN2
In a world of things that flatter me a skyE
Just as I would have had it trees and grassO2
Just as I would have shaped and colored themK
Pigeons and clouds and sun and whirling shadowsP2
And stars that brightening climb through mist at nightfall mdashD
In some deep way I am aware these praise meJ
Where they are beautiful or hint of beautyJ
They point somehow to me This water says mdashD
Shimmering at the sky or undulatingE
In broken gleaming parodies of cloudsQ2
Rippled in blue or sending from cool depthsR2
To meet the falling leaf the leaf's clear image mdashD
This water says there is some secret in youQ
Akin to my clear beauty silently responsiveS2
To all that circles you This bare tree says mdashD
Austere and stark and leafless split with frostT2
Resonant in the wind with rigid branchesC
Flung out against the sky mdash this tall tree saysU2
There is some cold austerity in youQ
A frozen strength with long roots gnarled on rocksV2
Fertile and deep you bide your time are patientW2
Serene in silence bare to outward seemingE
Concealing what reserves of power and beautyJ
What teeming Aprils mdash chorus of leaves on leavesX2
These houses say such walls in walls as oursY2
Such streets of walls solid and smooth of surfaceF
Such hills and cities of walls walls upon wallsZ2
Motionless in the sun or dark with rainA3
Walls pierced with windows where the light may enterB
Walls windowless where darkness is desiredV
Towers and labyrinths and domes and chambers mdashD
Amazing deep recesses dark on dark mdashD
All these are like the walls which shape your spiritB3
You move are warm within them laugh within themK
Proud of their depth and strength or sally from themK
When you are bold to blow great horns at the worldC3
This deep cool room with shadowed walls and ceilingE
Tranquil and cloistral fragrant of my mindG
This cool room says mdash just such a room have youQ
It waits you always at the tops of stairwaysF2
Withdrawn remote familiar to your usesC
Where you may cease pretence and be yourselfK2
And this embroidery hanging on this wallG2
Hung there forever mdash these so soundless glidingsC
Of dragons golden scaled sheer birds of azureB
Coilings of leaves in pale vermilion griffinsC
Drawing their rainbow wings through involutionsC
Of mauve chrysanthemums and lotus flowers mdashD
This goblin wood where someone cries enchantment mdashD
This says just such an involuted beautyJ
Of thought and coiling thought dream linked with dreamD3
Image to image gliding wreathing firesC
Soundlessly cries enchantment in your mindG
You need but sit and close your eyes a momentW2
To see these deep designs unfold themselvesC
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And so all things discern me name me praise me mdashD
I walk in a world of silent voices praisingE
And in this world you see me like a wraithE3
Blown softly here and there on silent windsC
'Praise me' mdash I say and look not in a glassC
But in your eyes to see my image there mdashD
Or in your mind you smile I am contentedI
You look at me with interest unfeignedI
And listen mdash I am pleased or else aloneF3
I watch thin bubbles veering brightly upwardI
From unknown depths mdash my silver thoughts ascendingE
Saying now this now that hinting of all things mdashD
Dreams and desires velleities regretsC
Faint ghosts of memory strange recognitions mdashD
But all with one deep meaning this is IE
This is the glistening secret holy IE
This silver winged wonder insubstantialG3
This singing ghost And hearing I am warmedI
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You see me moving then as one who movesC
Forever at the centre of his circleG3
A circle filled with light And into itI
Come bulging shapes from darkness loom giganticE
Or huddle in dark again A clock ticks clearlyJ
A gas jet steadily whirs light streams across meJ
Two church bells with alternate beat strike nineH3
And through these things my pencil pushes softlyJ
To weave grey webs of lines on this clear pageI3
Snow falls and melts the eaves make liquid musicE
Black wheel tracks line the snow touched street I turnJ3
And look one instant at the half dark gardensC
Where skeleton elm trees reach with frozen gestureB
Above unsteady lamps mdash with black boughs flungE
Against a luminous snow filled grey gold skyE
'Beauty ' I cry My feet move on and take meJ
Between dark wallsC

Conrad Potter Aiken



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