The House Of Dust - Part Iv - Complete Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDBE FGHG DHIH JJK LFHH MNO P QRSE FGTG LUVU W X Y V VYZCZ CYGLG JEA2B2A2 CC2D2YD2 SHHGGH CC2OYO MBHPH KYD2E2D2 MF2GMG YEG2H2G2 J I2EJ2K2CVGCFL2E2YM2F 2EF2F2N2CH2O2P2EQ2MR 2S2T2U2BLT2 CYV2W2I2X2CY2Z2BHHEA 3V2N2B3C3 D3O2E2EGQ2 CJ2YE3UPVPHMF3G3BH3 YI3I3CJ3CK3CL3M2IUYY M3CN3O3W2MP3M3Q3J2M3 MR3ACYS3DVT3U3ELDCJM 2M2V3CFME3J2H3UJ2EJ2 J2J2AYW3J2FAJ2 YCGJ2J2PE2E2X3E2CJ2J 2J2CCKE2 J2KE2CYYY3YZ3CA4J2EC CYJ2HE2YJ2J2CJ2E2J2E J2E2E2E2E2E2E2 YU3J2J2SD3KE2J2HE2J2 ECJ2YJ2J2HF3YJ2E2 EE2HJ2H F2B4E2J2E2J2J2E2J2HK CE2J2B4HCCCE2J2J2CEJ 2C4HJ2E2CJ2 J2E2E2EE2J2HHF2J2E2H J2J2V2E2E2 J2J2J2J2UJ2E2J2E2E2J 2 J2 E2CE2EE2 J2J2HEH CJ2J2EJ2 CE2HJ2H E2CGE2G J2J2J2J2J2 CE2J2EJ2J2J2D4J2D4 E2EE2E2E2 C ME2EJ2J2 J2CJ2E2E2E2CEE2CE2E2 J2E2 E2E2E2E4 M ECECE2J2M2M2M2J2J2F4 EE2M2 J2E2J2W2J2HE2KE2E2E2 V2M2J2E2W3 ME2E2CC4J2J2J2 G4 J2J2CH4HHJ2E2J2E2 MPE2PJ2J2J2J2J2J2J2J 2J2 E2E2E2E2J2J2J2J2Q2Q2 J2J2E2J2E2ME2ME2E2 QEE2EEE2SE2EE2E2HE2H ME2E2E2J2HE2H E2E2E2E2E2E2E2E2E2E2 E2E2CJ2EJ2HHJ2H J2J2J2CJ3J3CCE2KE2EE 2CE2EJ2E2J2 E2J2J2J2J2J2J2J2E2J2 E2J2E2CCE2CCE2 I4I4F2J2J2F2F2CC E2E2E2E2E2E2J2J2EJ2J 2 HJ2HHHF2F2E2J2E2J2 E2CE2J2E2 J2E2E2J2E2 E2E2J2E2J2 F4 E2E2HE2H J2E2HSH J2J2 J2E2J2 CE2E2PE2EP J2E2J2J2J2 E2E2J2J2J2W3W3HJ2H| I CLAIRVOYANT | A |
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| 'This envelope you say has something in it | B |
| Which once belonged to your dead son or something | C |
| He knew was fond of Something he remembers | D |
| The soul flies far and we can only call it | B |
| By things like these a photograph a letter | E |
| Ribbon or charm or watch ' | - |
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| Wind flows softly the long slow even wind | F |
| Over the low roofs white with snow | G |
| Wind blows bearing cold clouds over the ocean | H |
| One by one they melt and flow | G |
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| Streaming one by one over trees and towers | D |
| Coiling and gleaming in shafts of sun | H |
| Wind flows bearing clouds the hurrying shadows | I |
| Flow under them one by one | H |
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| ' A spirit darkens before me it is the spirit | J |
| Which in the flesh you called your son A spirit | J |
| Young and strong and beautiful | K |
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| He says that he is happy is much honored | L |
| Forgives and is forgiven rain and wind | F |
| Do not perplex him storm and dust forgotten | H |
| The glittering wheels in wheels of time are broken | H |
| And laid aside ' | - |
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| 'Ask him why he did the thing he did ' | - |
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| 'He is unhappy This thing he says transcends you | M |
| Dust cannot hold what shines beyond the dust | N |
| What seems calamity is less than a sigh | O |
| What seems disgrace is nothing ' | - |
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| 'Ask him if the one he hurt is there | P |
| And if she loves him still ' | - |
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| 'He tells you she is there and loves him still | Q |
| Not as she did but as all spirits love | R |
| A cloud of spirits has gathered about him | S |
| They praise him and call him they do him honor | E |
| He is more beautiful he shines upon them ' | - |
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| Wind flows softly the long deep tremulous wind | F |
| Over the low roofs white with snow | G |
| Wind flows bearing dreams they gather and vanish | T |
| One by one they sing and flow | G |
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| Over the outstretched lands of days remembered | L |
| Over remembered tower and wall | U |
| One by one they gather and talk in the darkness | V |
| Rise and glimmer and fall | U |
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| 'Ask him why he did the thing he did | W |
| He knows I will understand ' | - |
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| 'It is too late | X |
| He will not hear me I have lost my power ' | - |
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| 'Three times I've asked him He will never tell me | Y |
| God have mercy upon him I will ask no more ' | - |
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| II DEATH AND A DERISIVE CHORUS | V |
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| The door is shut She leaves the curtained office | V |
| And down the grey walled stairs comes trembling slowly | Y |
| Towards the dazzling street | Z |
| Her withered hand clings tightly to the railing | C |
| The long stairs rise and fall beneath her feet | Z |
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| Here in the brilliant sun we jostle waiting | C |
| To tear her secret out We laugh we hurry | Y |
| We go our way revolving sinister slow | G |
| She blinks in the sun and then steps faintly downward | L |
| We whirl her away we shout we spin we flow | G |
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| Where have you been old lady We know your secret | J |
| Voices jangle about her jeers and laughter | E |
| She trembles tries to hurry averts her eyes | A2 |
| Tell us the truth old lady where have you been | B2 |
| She turns and turns her brain grows dark with cries | A2 |
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| Look at the old fool tremble She's been paying | C |
| Paying good money too to talk to spirits | C2 |
| She thinks she's heard a message from one dead | D2 |
| What did he tell you Is he well and happy | Y |
| Don't lie to us we all know what he said | D2 |
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| He said the one he murdered once still loves him | S |
| He said the wheels in wheels of time are broken | H |
| And dust and storm forgotten and all forgiven | H |
| But what you asked he wouldn't tell you though | G |
| Ha ha there's one thing you will never know | G |
| That's what you get for meddling so with heaven | H |
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| Where have you been old lady Where are you going | C |
| We know we know She's been to gab with spirits | C2 |
| Look at the old fool getting ready to cry | O |
| What have you got in an envelope old lady | Y |
| A lock of hair An eyelash from his eye | O |
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| How do you know the medium didn't fool you | M |
| Perhaps he had no spirit perhaps he killed it | B |
| Here she comes the old fool's lost her son | H |
| What did he have blue eyes and golden hair | P |
| We know your secret what's done is done | H |
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| Look out you'll fall and fall if you're not careful | K |
| Right into an open grave but what's the hurry | Y |
| You don't think you will find him when you're dead | D2 |
| Cry Cry Look at her mouth all twisted | E2 |
| Look at her eyes all red | D2 |
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| We know you know your name and all about you | M |
| All you remember and think and all you scheme for | F2 |
| We tear your secret out we leave you go | G |
| Laughingly down the street Die if you want to | M |
| Die then if you're in such a hurry to know | G |
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| She falls We lift her head The wasted body | Y |
| Weighs nothing in our hands Does no one know her | E |
| Was no one with her when she fell | G2 |
| We eddy about her move away in silence | H2 |
| We hear slow tollings of a bell | G2 |
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| III PALIMPSEST A DECEITFUL PORTRAIT | J |
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| Well as you say we live for small horizons | I2 |
| We move in crowds we flow and talk together | E |
| Seeing so many eyes and hands and faces | J2 |
| So many mouths and all with secret meanings | K2 |
| Yet know so little of them only seeing | C |
| The small bright circle of our consciousness | V |
| Beyond which lies the dark Some few we know | G |
| Or think we know Once on a sun bright morning | C |
| I walked in a certain hallway trying to find | F |
| A certain door I found one tried it opened | L2 |
| And there in a spacious chamber brightly lighted | E2 |
| A hundred men played music loudly swiftly | Y |
| While one tall woman sent her voice above them | M2 |
| In powerful sweetness Closing then the door | F2 |
| I heard it die behind me fade to whisper | E |
| And walked in a quiet hallway as before | F2 |
| Just such a glimpse as through that opened door | F2 |
| Is all we know of those we call our friends | N2 |
| We hear a sudden music see a playing | C |
| Of ordered thoughts and all again is silence | H2 |
| The music we suppose as in ourselves | O2 |
| Goes on forever there behind shut doors | P2 |
| As it continues after our departure | E |
| So we divine it played before we came | Q2 |
| What do you know of me or I of you | M |
| Little enough We set these doors ajar | R2 |
| Only for chosen movements of the music | S2 |
| This passage so I think yet this is guesswork | T2 |
| Will please him it is in a strain he fancies | U2 |
| More brilliant though than his and while he likes it | B |
| He will be piqued He looks at me bewildered | L |
| And thinks to judge from self this too is guesswork | T2 |
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| The music strangely subtle deep in meaning | C |
| Perplexed with implications he suspects me | Y |
| Of hidden riches unexpected wisdom | V2 |
| Or else I let him hear a lyric passage | W2 |
| Simple and clear and all the while he listens | I2 |
| I make pretence to think my doors are closed | X2 |
| This too bewilders him He eyes me sidelong | C |
| Wondering 'Is he such a fool as this | Y2 |
| Or only mocking ' There I let it end | Z2 |
| Sometimes of course and when we least suspect it | B |
| When we pursue our thoughts with too much passion | H |
| Talking with too great zeal our doors fly open | H |
| Without intention and the hungry watcher | E |
| Stares at the feast carries away our secrets | A3 |
| And laughs but this for many counts is seldom | V2 |
| And for the most part we vouchsafe our friends | N2 |
| Our lovers too only such few clear notes | B3 |
| As we shall deem them likely to admire | C3 |
| 'Praise me for this' we say or 'laugh at this ' | - |
| Or 'marvel at my candor' all the while | D3 |
| Withholding what's most precious to ourselves | O2 |
| Some sinister depth of lust or fear or hatred | E2 |
| The sombre note that gives the chord its power | E |
| Or a white loveliness if such we know | G |
| Too much like fire to speak of without shame | Q2 |
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| Well this being so and we who know it being | C |
| So curious about those well locked houses | J2 |
| The minds of those we know to enter softly | Y |
| And steal from floor to floor up shadowy stairways | E3 |
| From room to quiet room from wall to wall | U |
| Breathing deliberately the very air | P |
| Pressing our hands and nerves against warm darkness | V |
| To learn what ghosts are there | P |
| Suppose for once I set my doors wide open | H |
| And bid you in Suppose I try to tell you | M |
| The secrets of this house and how I live here | F3 |
| Suppose I tell you who I am in fact | G3 |
| Deceiving you as far as I may know it | B |
| Only so much as I deceive myself | H3 |
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| If you are clever you already see me | Y |
| As one who moves forever in a cloud | I3 |
| Of warm bright vanity a luminous cloud | I3 |
| Which falls on all things with a quivering magic | C |
| Changing such outlines as a light may change | J3 |
| Brightening what lies dark to me concealing | C |
| Those things that will not change I walk sustained | K3 |
| In a world of things that flatter me a sky | C |
| Just as I would have had it trees and grass | L3 |
| Just as I would have shaped and colored them | M2 |
| Pigeons and clouds and sun and whirling shadows | I |
| And stars that brightening climb through mist at nightfall | U |
| In some deep way I am aware these praise me | Y |
| Where they are beautiful or hint of beauty | Y |
| They point somehow to me This water says | M3 |
| Shimmering at the sky or undulating | C |
| In broken gleaming parodies of clouds | N3 |
| Rippled in blue or sending from cool depths | O3 |
| To meet the falling leaf the leaf's clear image | W2 |
| This water says there is some secret in you | M |
| Akin to my clear beauty silently responsive | P3 |
| To all that circles you This bare tree says | M3 |
| Austere and stark and leafless split with frost | Q3 |
| Resonant in the wind with rigid branches | J2 |
| Flung out against the sky this tall tree says | M3 |
| There is some cold austerity in you | M |
| A frozen strength with long roots gnarled on rocks | R3 |
| Fertile and deep you bide your time are patient | A |
| Serene in silence bare to outward seeming | C |
| Concealing what reserves of power and beauty | Y |
| What teeming Aprils chorus of leaves on leaves | S3 |
| These houses say such walls in walls as ours | D |
| Such streets of walls solid and smooth of surface | V |
| Such hills and cities of walls walls upon walls | T3 |
| Motionless in the sun or dark with rain | U3 |
| Walls pierced with windows where the light may enter | E |
| Walls windowless where darkness is desired | L |
| Towers and labyrinths and domes and chambers | D |
| Amazing deep recesses dark on dark | C |
| All these are like the walls which shape your spirit | J |
| You move are warm within them laugh within them | M2 |
| Proud of their depth and strength or sally from them | M2 |
| When you are bold to blow great horns at the world | V3 |
| This deep cool room with shadowed walls and ceiling | C |
| Tranquil and cloistral fragrant of my mind | F |
| This cool room says just such a room have you | M |
| It waits you always at the tops of stairways | E3 |
| Withdrawn remote familiar to your uses | J2 |
| Where you may cease pretence and be yourself | H3 |
| And this embroidery hanging on this wall | U |
| Hung there forever these so soundless glidings | J2 |
| Of dragons golden scaled sheer birds of azure | E |
| Coilings of leaves in pale vermilion griffins | J2 |
| Drawing their rainbow wings through involutions | J2 |
| Of mauve chrysanthemums and lotus flowers | J2 |
| This goblin wood where someone cries enchantment | A |
| This says just such an involuted beauty | Y |
| Of thought and coiling thought dream linked with dream | W3 |
| Image to image gliding wreathing fires | J2 |
| Soundlessly cries enchantment in your mind | F |
| You need but sit and close your eyes a moment | A |
| To see these deep designs unfold themselves | J2 |
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| And so all things discern me name me praise me | Y |
| I walk in a world of silent voices praising | C |
| And in this world you see me like a wraith | G |
| Blown softly here and there on silent winds | J2 |
| 'Praise me' I say and look not in a glass | J2 |
| But in your eyes to see my image there | P |
| Or in your mind you smile I am contented | E2 |
| You look at me with interest unfeigned | E2 |
| And listen I am pleased or else alone | X3 |
| I watch thin bubbles veering brightly upward | E2 |
| From unknown depths my silver thoughts ascending | C |
| Saying now this now that hinting of all things | J2 |
| Dreams and desires velleities regrets | J2 |
| Faint ghosts of memory strange recognitions | J2 |
| But all with one deep meaning this is I | C |
| This is the glistening secret holy I | C |
| This silver winged wonder insubstantial | K |
| This singing ghost And hearing I am warmed | E2 |
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| You see me moving then as one who moves | J2 |
| Forever at the centre of his circle | K |
| A circle filled with light And into it | E2 |
| Come bulging shapes from darkness loom gigantic | C |
| Or huddle in dark again A clock ticks clearly | Y |
| A gas jet steadily whirs light streams across me | Y |
| Two church bells with alternate beat strike nine | Y3 |
| And through these things my pencil pushes softly | Y |
| To weave grey webs of lines on this clear page | Z3 |
| Snow falls and melts the eaves make liquid music | C |
| Black wheel tracks line the snow touched street I turn | A4 |
| And look one instant at the half dark gardens | J2 |
| Where skeleton elm trees reach with frozen gesture | E |
| Above unsteady lamps with black boughs flung | C |
| Against a luminous snow filled grey gold sky | C |
| 'Beauty ' I cry My feet move on and take me | Y |
| Between dark walls with orange squares for windows | J2 |
| Beauty beheld like someone half forgotten | H |
| Remembered with slow pang as one neglected | E2 |
| Well I am frustrate life has beaten me | Y |
| The thing I strongly seized has turned to darkness | J2 |
| And darkness rides my heart These skeleton elm trees | J2 |
| Leaning against that grey gold snow filled sky | C |
| Beauty they say and at the edge of darkness | J2 |
| Extend vain arms in a frozen gesture of protest | E2 |
| A clock ticks softly a gas jet steadily whirs | J2 |
| The pencil meets its shadow upon clear paper | E |
| Voices are raised a door is slammed The lovers | J2 |
| Murmuring in an adjacent room grow silent | E2 |
| The eaves make liquid music Hours have passed | E2 |
| And nothing changes and everything is changed | E2 |
| Exultation is dead Beauty is harlot | E2 |
| And walks the streets The thing I strongly seized | E2 |
| Has turned to darkness and darkness rides my heart | E2 |
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| If you could solve this darkness you would have me | Y |
| This causeless melancholy that comes with rain | U3 |
| Or on such days as this when large wet snowflakes | J2 |
| Drop heavily with rain whence rises this | J2 |
| Well so and so this morning when I saw him | S |
| Seemed much preoccupied and would not smile | D3 |
| And you I saw too much and you too little | K |
| And the word I chose for you the golden word | E2 |
| The word that should have struck so deep in purpose | J2 |
| And set so many doors of wish wide open | H |
| You let it fall and would not stoop for it | E2 |
| And smiled at me and would not let me guess | J2 |
| Whether you saw it fall These things together | E |
| With other things still slighter wove to music | C |
| And this in time drew up dark memories | J2 |
| And there I stand This music breaks and bleeds me | Y |
| Turning all frustrate dreams to chords and discords | J2 |
| Faces and griefs and words and sunlit evenings | J2 |
| And chains self forged that will not break nor lengthen | H |
| And cries that none can answer few will hear | F3 |
| Have these things meaning Or would you see more clearly | Y |
| If I should say 'My second wife grows tedious | J2 |
| Or like gay tulip keeps no perfumed secret' | E2 |
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| Or 'one day dies eventless as another | E |
| Leaving the seeker still unsatisfied | E2 |
| And more convinced life yields no satisfaction' | H |
| Or 'seek too hard the sight at length grows callous | J2 |
| And beauty shines in vain' | H |
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| These things you ask for | F2 |
| These you shall have So talking with my first wife | B4 |
| At the dark end of evening when she leaned | E2 |
| And smiled at me with blue eyes weaving webs | J2 |
| Of finest fire revolving me in scarlet | E2 |
| Calling to mind remote and small successions | J2 |
| Of countless other evenings ending so | J2 |
| I smiled and met her kiss and wished her dead | E2 |
| Dead of a sudden sickness or by my hands | J2 |
| Savagely killed I saw her in her coffin | H |
| I saw her coffin borne downstairs with trouble | K |
| I saw myself alone there palely watching | C |
| Wearing a masque of grief so deeply acted | E2 |
| That grief itself possessed me Time would pass | J2 |
| And I should meet this girl my second wife | B4 |
| And drop the masque of grief for one of passion | H |
| Forward we move to meet half hesitating | C |
| We drown in each others' eyes we laugh we talk | C |
| Looking now here now there faintly pretending | C |
| We do not hear the powerful pulsing prelude | E2 |
| Roaring beneath our words The time approaches | J2 |
| We lean unbalanced The mute last glance between us | J2 |
| Profoundly searching opening asking yielding | C |
| Is steadily met our two lives draw together | E |
| 'What are you thinking of ' My first wife's voice | J2 |
| Scattered these ghosts 'Oh nothing nothing much | C4 |
| Just wondering where we'd be two years from now | H |
| And what we might be doing ' And then remorse | J2 |
| Turned sharply in my mind to sudden pity | E2 |
| And pity to echoed love And one more evening | C |
| Drew to the usual end of sleep and silence | J2 |
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| And as it is with this so too with all things | J2 |
| The pages of our lives are blurred palimpsest | E2 |
| New lines are wreathed on old lines half erased | E2 |
| And those on older still and so forever | E |
| The old shines through the new and colors it | E2 |
| What's new What's old All things have double meanings | J2 |
| All things return I write a line with passion | H |
| Or touch a woman's hand or plumb a doctrine | H |
| Only to find the same thing done before | F2 |
| Only to know the same thing comes to morrow | J2 |
| This curious riddled dream I dreamed last night | E2 |
| Six years ago I dreamed it just as now | H |
| The same man stooped to me we rose from darkness | J2 |
| And broke the accustomed order of our days | J2 |
| And struck for the morning world and warmth and freedom | V2 |
| What does it mean Why is this hint repeated | E2 |
| What darkness does it spring from seek to end | E2 |
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| You see me then pass up and down these stairways | J2 |
| Now through a beam of light and now through shadow | J2 |
| Pursuing silent ends No rest there is | J2 |
| No more for me than you I move here always | J2 |
| From quiet room to room from wall to wall | U |
| Searching and plotting weaving a web of days | J2 |
| This is my house and now perhaps you know me | E2 |
| Yet I confess for all my best intentions | J2 |
| Once more I have deceived you I withhold | E2 |
| The one thing precious the one dark thing that guides me | E2 |
| And I have spread two snares for you of lies | J2 |
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| IV COUNTERPOINT TWO ROOMS | J2 |
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| He in the room above grown old and tired | E2 |
| She in the room below his floor her ceiling | C |
| Pursue their separate dreams He turns his light | E2 |
| And throws himself on the bed face down in laughter | E |
| She by the window smiles at a starlight night | E2 |
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| His watch the same he has heard these cycles of ages | J2 |
| Wearily chimes at seconds beneath his pillow | J2 |
| The clock upon her mantelpiece strikes nine | H |
| The night wears on She hears dull steps above her | E |
| The world whirs on New stars come up to shine | H |
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| His youth far off he sees it brightly walking | C |
| In a golden cloud Wings flashing about it Darkness | J2 |
| Walls it around with dripping enormous walls | J2 |
| Old age far off her death what do they matter | E |
| Down the smooth purple night a streaked star falls | J2 |
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| She hears slow steps in the street they chime like music | C |
| They climb to her heart they break and flower in beauty | E2 |
| Along her veins they glisten and ring and burn | H |
| He hears his own slow steps tread down to silence | J2 |
| Far off they pass He knows they will never return | H |
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| Far off on a smooth dark road he hears them faintly | E2 |
| The road like a sombre river quietly flowing | C |
| Moves among murmurous walls A deeper breath | G |
| Swells them to sound he hears his steps more clearly | E2 |
| And death seems nearer to him or he to death | G |
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| What's death She smiles The cool stone hurts her elbows | J2 |
| The last of the rain drops gather and fall from elm boughs | J2 |
| She sees them glisten and break The arc lamp sings | J2 |
| The new leaves dip in the warm wet air and fragrance | J2 |
| A sparrow whirs to the eaves and shakes his wings | J2 |
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| What's death what's death The spring returns like music | C |
| The trees are like dark lovers who dream in starlight | E2 |
| The soft grey clouds go over the stars like dreams | J2 |
| The cool stone wounds her arms to pain to pleasure | E |
| Under the lamp a circle of wet street gleams | J2 |
| And death seems far away a thing of roses | J2 |
| A golden portal where golden music closes | J2 |
| Death seems far away | D4 |
| And spring returns the countless singing of lovers | J2 |
| And spring returns to stay | D4 |
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| He in the room above grown old and tired | E2 |
| Flings himself on the bed face down in laughter | E |
| And clenches his hands and remembers and desires to die | E2 |
| And she by the window smiles at a night of starlight | E2 |
| The soft grey clouds go slowly across the sky | E2 |
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| V THE BITTER LOVE SONG | C |
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| No I shall not say why it is that I love you | M |
| Why do you ask me save for vanity | E2 |
| Surely you would not have me like a mirror | E |
| Say 'yes your hair curls darkly back from the temples | J2 |
| Your mouth has a humorous tremulous half shy sweetness | J2 |
| Your eyes are April grey with jonquils in them ' | - |
| No if I tell at all I shall tell in silence | J2 |
| I'll say my childhood broke through chords of music | C |
| Or were they chords of sun wherein fell shadows | J2 |
| Or silences I rose through seas of sunlight | E2 |
| Or sometimes found a darkness stooped above me | E2 |
| With wings of death and a face of cold clear beauty | E2 |
| I lay in the warm sweet grass on a blue May morning | C |
| My chin in a dandelion my hands in clover | E |
| And drowsed there like a bee blue days behind me | E2 |
| Stretched like a chain of deep blue pools of magic | C |
| Enchanted silent timeless days before me | E2 |
| Murmured of blue sea mornings noons of gold | E2 |
| Green evenings streaked with lilac bee starred nights | J2 |
| Confused soft clouds of music fled above me | E2 |
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| Sharp shafts of music dazzled my eyes and pierced me | E2 |
| I ran and turned and spun and danced in the sunlight | E2 |
| Shrank sometimes from the freezing silence of beauty | E2 |
| Or crept once more to the warm white cave of sleep | E4 |
| - | |
| No I shall not say 'this is why I praise you | M |
| Because you say such wise things or such foolish ' | - |
| You would not have me say what you know better | E |
| Let me instead be silent only saying | C |
| My childhood lives in me or half lives rather | E |
| And if I close my eyes cool chords of music | C |
| Flow up to me long chords of wind and sunlight | E2 |
| Shadows of intricate vines on sunlit walls | J2 |
| Deep bells beating with aeons of blue between them | M2 |
| Grass blades leagues apart with worlds between them | M2 |
| Walls rushing up to heaven with stars upon them | M2 |
| I lay in my bed and through the tall night window | J2 |
| Saw the green lightning plunging among the clouds | J2 |
| And heard the harsh rain storm at the panes and roof | F4 |
| How should I know how should I now remember | E |
| What half dreamed great wings curved and sang above me | E2 |
| What wings like swords What eyes with the dread night in them | M2 |
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| This I shall say I lay by the hot white sand dunes | J2 |
| Small yellow flowers sapless and squat and spiny | E2 |
| Stared at the sky And silently there above us | J2 |
| Day after day beyond our dreams and knowledge | W2 |
| Presences swept and over us streamed their shadows | J2 |
| Swift and blue or dark What did they mean | H |
| What sinister threat of power What hint of beauty | E2 |
| Prelude to what gigantic music or subtle | K |
| Only I know these things leaned over me | E2 |
| Brooded upon me paused went flowing softly | E2 |
| Glided and passed I loved I desired I hated | E2 |
| I struggled I yielded and loved was warmed to blossom | V2 |
| You when your eyes have evening sunlight in them | M2 |
| Set these dunes before me these salt bright flowers | J2 |
| These presences I drowse they stream above me | E2 |
| I struggle I yield and love I am warmed to dream | W3 |
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| You are the window if I could tell I'd tell you | M |
| Through which I see a clear far world of sunlight | E2 |
| You are the silence if you could hear you'd hear me | E2 |
| In which I remember a thin still whisper of singing | C |
| It is not you I laugh for you I touch | C4 |
| My hands that touch you suddenly touch white cobwebs | J2 |
| Coldly silvered heavily silvered with dewdrops | J2 |
| And clover heavy with rain and cold green grass | J2 |
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| VI CINEMA | G4 |
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| As evening falls | J2 |
| The walls grow luminous and warm the walls | J2 |
| Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving | C |
| Moving like music secret and rich and warm | H4 |
| How shall we live to night where shall we turn | H |
| To what new light or darkness yearn | H |
| A thousand winding stairs lead down before us | J2 |
| And one by one in myriads we descend | E2 |
| By lamplit flowered walls long balustrades | J2 |
| Through half lit halls which reach no end | E2 |
| - | |
| Take my arm then you or you or you | M |
| And let us walk abroad on the solid air | P |
| Look how the organist's head in silhouette | E2 |
| Leans to the lamplit music's orange square | P |
| The dim globed lamps illumine rows of faces | J2 |
| Rows of hands and arms and hungry eyes | J2 |
| They have hurried down from a myriad secret places | J2 |
| From windy chambers next to the skies | J2 |
| The music comes upon us it shakes the darkness | J2 |
| It shakes the darkness in our minds | J2 |
| And brilliant figures suddenly fill the darkness | J2 |
| Down the white shaft of light they run through darkness | J2 |
| And in our hearts a dazzling dream unwinds | J2 |
| - | |
| Take my hand then walk with me | E2 |
| By the slow soundless crashings of a sea | E2 |
| Down miles on miles of glistening mirrorlike sand | E2 |
| Take my hand | E2 |
| And walk with me once more by crumbling walls | J2 |
| Up mouldering stairs where grey stemmed ivy clings | J2 |
| To hear forgotten bells as evening falls | J2 |
| Rippling above us invisibly their slowly widening rings | J2 |
| Did you once love me Did you bear a name | Q2 |
| Did you once stand before me without shame | Q2 |
| Take my hand your face is one I know | J2 |
| I loved you long ago | J2 |
| You are like music long forgotten suddenly come to mind | E2 |
| You are like spring returned through snow | J2 |
| Once I know I walked with you in starlight | E2 |
| And many nights I slept and dreamed of you | M |
| Come let us climb once more these stairs of starlight | E2 |
| This midnight stream of cloud flung blue | M |
| Music murmurs beneath us like a sea | E2 |
| And faints to a ghostly whisper Come with me | E2 |
| - | |
| Are you still doubtful of me hesitant still | Q |
| Fearful perhaps that I may yet remember | E |
| What you would gladly if you could forget | E2 |
| You were unfaithful once you met your lover | E |
| Still in your heart you bear that red eyed ember | E |
| And I was silent you remember my silence yet | E2 |
| You knew as well as I I could not kill him | S |
| Nor touch him with hot hands nor yet with hate | E2 |
| No and it was not you I saw with anger | E |
| Instead I rose and beat at steel walled fate | E2 |
| Cried till I lay exhausted sick unfriended | E2 |
| That life so seeming sure and love so certain | H |
| Should loose such tricks be so abruptly ended | E2 |
| Ring down so suddenly an unlooked for curtain | H |
| - | |
| How could I find it in my heart to hurt you | M |
| You whom this love could hurt much more than I | E2 |
| No you were pitiful and I gave you pity | E2 |
| And only hated you when I saw you cry | E2 |
| We were two dupes if I could give forgiveness | J2 |
| Had I the right I should forgive you now | H |
| We were two dupes Come let us walk in starlight | E2 |
| And feed our griefs we do not break but bow | H |
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| Take my hand then come with me | E2 |
| By the white shadowy crashings of a sea | E2 |
| Look how the long volutes of foam unfold | E2 |
| To spread their mottled shimmer along the sand | E2 |
| Take my hand | E2 |
| Do not remember how these depths are cold | E2 |
| Nor how when you are dead | E2 |
| Green leagues of sea will glimmer above your head | E2 |
| You lean your face upon your hands and cry | E2 |
| The blown sand whispers about your feet | E2 |
| Terrible seems it now to die | E2 |
| Terrible now with life so incomplete | E2 |
| To turn away from the balconies and the music | C |
| The sunlit afternoons | J2 |
| To hear behind you there a far off laughter | E |
| Lost in a stirring of sand among dry dunes | J2 |
| Die not sadly you whom life has beaten | H |
| Lift your face up laughing die like a queen | H |
| Take cold flowers of foam in your warm white fingers | J2 |
| Death's but a change of sky from blue to green | H |
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| As evening falls | J2 |
| The walls grow luminous and warm the walls | J2 |
| Tremble and glow the music breathes upon us | J2 |
| The rayed white shaft plays over our heads like magic | C |
| And to and fro we move and lean and change | J3 |
| You in a world grown strange | J3 |
| Laugh at a darkness clench your hands despairing | C |
| Smash your glass on a floor no longer caring | C |
| Sink suddenly down and cry | E2 |
| You hear the applause that greets your latest rival | K |
| You are forgotten your rival who knows is I | E2 |
| I laugh in the warm bright light of answering laughter | E |
| I am inspired and young and though I see | E2 |
| You sitting alone there dark with shut eyes crying | C |
| I bask in the light and in your hate of me | E2 |
| Failure well the time comes soon or later | E |
| The night must come and I'll be one who clings | J2 |
| Desperately to hold the applause one instant | E2 |
| To keep some youngster waiting in the wings | J2 |
| - | |
| The music changes tone a room is darkened | E2 |
| Someone is moving the crack of white light widens | J2 |
| And all is dark again till suddenly falls | J2 |
| A wandering disk of light on floor and walls | J2 |
| Winks out returns again climbs and descends | J2 |
| Gleams on a clock a glass shrinks back to darkness | J2 |
| And then at last in the chaos of that place | J2 |
| Dazzles like frozen fire on your clear face | J2 |
| Well I have found you We have met at last | E2 |
| Now you shall not escape me in your eyes | J2 |
| I see the horrible huddlings of your past | E2 |
| All you remember blackens utters cries | J2 |
| Reaches far hands and faint I hold the light | E2 |
| Close to your cheek watch the pained pupils shrink | C |
| Watch the vile ghosts of all you vilely think | C |
| Now all the hatreds of my life have met | E2 |
| To hold high carnival we do not speak | C |
| My fingers find the well loved throat they seek | C |
| And press and fling you down and then forget | E2 |
| - | |
| Who plays for me What sudden drums keep time | I4 |
| To the ecstatic rhythm of my crime | I4 |
| What flute shrills out as moonlight strikes the floor | F2 |
| What violin so faintly cries | J2 |
| Seeing how strangely in the moon he lies | J2 |
| The room grows dark once more | F2 |
| The crack of white light narrows around the door | F2 |
| And all is silent except a slow complaining | C |
| Of flutes and violins like music waning | C |
| - | |
| Take my hand then walk with me | E2 |
| By the slow soundless crashings of a sea | E2 |
| Look how white these shells are on this sand | E2 |
| Take my hand | E2 |
| And watch the waves run inward from the sky | E2 |
| Line upon foaming line to plunge and die | E2 |
| The music that bound our lives is lost behind us | J2 |
| Paltry it seems here in this wind swung place | J2 |
| Motionless under the sky's vast vault of azure | E |
| We stand in a terror of beauty face to face | J2 |
| The dry grass creaks in the wind the blown sand whispers | J2 |
| - | |
| The soft sand seethes on the dunes the clear grains glisten | H |
| Once they were rock a chaos of golden boulders | J2 |
| Now they are blown by the wind we stand and listen | H |
| To the sliding of grain upon timeless grain | H |
| And feel our lives go past like a whisper of pain | H |
| Have I not seen you have we not met before | F2 |
| Here on this sun and sea wrecked shore | F2 |
| You shade your sea gray eyes with a sunlit hand | E2 |
| And peer at me far sea gulls in your eyes | J2 |
| Flash in the sun go down I hear slow sand | E2 |
| And shrink to nothing beneath blue brilliant skies | J2 |
| - | |
| - | |
| - | |
| The music ends The screen grows dark We hurry | E2 |
| To go our devious secret ways forgetting | C |
| Those many lives We loved we laughed we killed | E2 |
| We danced in fire we drowned in a whirl of sea waves | J2 |
| The flutes are stilled and a thousand dreams are stilled | E2 |
| - | |
| Whose body have I found beside dark waters | J2 |
| The cold white body garlanded with sea weed | E2 |
| Staring with wide eyes at the sky | E2 |
| I bent my head above it and cried in silence | J2 |
| Only the things I dreamed of heard my cry | E2 |
| - | |
| Once I loved and she I loved was darkened | E2 |
| Again I loved and love itself was darkened | E2 |
| Vainly we follow the circle of shadowy days | J2 |
| The screen at last grows dark the flutes are silent | E2 |
| The doors of night are closed We go our ways | J2 |
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| VII | F4 |
| - | |
| The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light | E2 |
| The trees grow dark the shadows lean to the east | E2 |
| And lights wink out through the windows one by one | H |
| A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night | E2 |
| Pale slate grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun | H |
| - | |
| And the wandering one the inquisitive dreamer of dreams | J2 |
| The eternal asker of answers stands in the street | E2 |
| And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain | H |
| The purple lights leap down the hill before him | S |
| The gorgeous night has begun again | H |
| - | |
| 'I will ask them all I will ask them all their dreams | J2 |
| I will hold my light above them and seek their faces | J2 |
| I will hear them whisper invisible in their veins ' | - |
| The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness | J2 |
| Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest | E2 |
| Or as the numberless voices of long drawn rains | J2 |
| - | |
| We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music | C |
| Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard | E2 |
| We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight | E2 |
| We pour in a sinister mass we ascend a stair | P |
| With laughter and cry with word upon murmured word | E2 |
| We flow we descend we turn and the eternal dreamer | E |
| Moves on among us like light like evening air | P |
| - | |
| Good night good night good night we go our ways | J2 |
| The rain runs over the pavement before our feet | E2 |
| The cold rain falls the rain sings | J2 |
| We walk we run we ride We turn our faces | J2 |
| To what the eternal evening brings | J2 |
| - | |
| Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid | E2 |
| We have built a tower of stone high into the sky | E2 |
| We have built a city of towers | J2 |
| Our hands are light they are singing with emptiness | J2 |
| Our souls are light They have shaken a burden of hours | J2 |
| What did we build it for Was it all a dream | W3 |
| Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam | W3 |
| And after a while they will fall to dust and rain | H |
| Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands | J2 |
| And hew rock out of the earth and build them again | H |
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