The House Of Dust - Part Iv - Complete Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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'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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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