The Ghetto Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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Cool inaccessible air	B
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel blue lights	C
But no breath stirs the heat	D
Leaning its ponderous bulk upon the Ghetto	E
And most on Hester street	D
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The heat	D
Nosing in the body's overflow	E
Like a beast pressing its great steaming belly close	F
Covering all avenues of air	B
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The heat in Hester street	D
Heaped like a dray	G
With the garbage of the world	H
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Bodies dangle from the fire escapes	I
Or sprawl over the stoops	J
Upturned faces glimmer pallidly	E
Herring yellow faces spotted as with a mold	K
And moist faces of girls	L
Like dank white lilies	M
And infants' faces with open parched mouths that suck at the air	B
as at empty teats	N
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Young women pass in groups	J
Converging to the forums and meeting halls	O
Surging indomitable slow	E
Through the gross underbrush of heat	D
Their heads are uncovered to the stars	P
And they call to the young men and to one another	Q
With a free camaraderie	R
Only their eyes are ancient and alone	S
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The street crawls undulant	D
Like a river addled	D
With its hot tide of flesh	T
That ever thickens	U
Heavy surges of flesh	T
Break over the pavements	V
Clavering like a surf	W
Flesh of this abiding	X
Brood of those ancient mothers who saw the dawn break over Egypt	D
And turned their cakes upon the dry hot stones	Y
And went on	Z
Till the gold of the Egyptians fell down off their arms	A2
Fasting and athirst	D
And yet on	Z
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Did they vision with those eyes darkly clear	B2
That looked the sun in the face and were not blinded	D
Across the centuries	M
The march of their enduring flesh	T
Did they hear	C2
Under the molten silence	D2
Of the desert like a stopped wheel	E
And the scorpions tick ticking on the sand	D
The infinite procession of those feet	D
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II	A
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I room at Sodos' in the little green room that was Bennie's	D2
With Sadie	D
And her old father and her mother	Q
Who is not so old and wears her own hair	B
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Old Sodos no longer makes saddles	D2
He has forgotten how	E2
He has forgotten most things even Bennie who stays away	G
and sends wine on holidays	D2
And he does not like Sadie's mother	Q
Who hides God's candles	D2
Nor Sadie	D
Whose young pagan breath puts out the light	D
That should burn always	D2
Like Aaron's before the Lord	D
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Time spins like a crazy dial in his brain	F2
And night by night	D
I see the love gesture of his arm	G2
In its green greasy coat sleeve	H2
Circling the Book	I2
And the candles gleaming starkly	D
On the blotched paper whiteness of his face	D2
Like a miswritten psalm	J2
Night by night	D
I hear his lifted praise	D2
Like a broken whinnying	I2
Before the Lord's shut gate	D
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Sadie dresses in black	I2
She has black wet hair full of cold lights	D2
And a fine drawn face too white	D
All day the power machines	D2
Drone in her ears	D2
All day the fine dust flies	D2
Till throats are parched and itch	K2
And the heat like a kept corpse	D2
Fouls to the last corner	Q
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Then when needles move more slowly on the cloth	L2
And sweaty fingers slacken	M2
And hair falls in damp wisps over the eyes	D2
Sped by some power within	N2
Sadie quivers like a rod	D
A thin black piston flying	I2
One with her machine	O2
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She who stabs the piece work with her bitter eye	A
And bids the girls Slow down	P2
You'll have him cutting us again	Q2
She fiery static atom	R2
Held in place by the fierce pressure all about	D
Speeds up the driven wheels	D2
And biting steel that twice	D2
Has nipped her to the bone	S
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Nights she reads	D2
Those books that have most unset thought	D
New poured and malleable	E
To which her thought	D
Leaps fusing at white heat	D
Or spits her fire out in some dim manger of a hall	E
Or at a protest meeting on the Square	B
Her lit eyes kindling the mob	S2
Or dances madly at a festival	E
Each dawn finds her a little whiter	Q
Though up and keyed to the long day	G
Alert yet weary like a bird	D
That all night long has beat about a light	D
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The Gentile lover that she charms and shrews	D2
Is one more pebble in the pack	I2
For Sadie's mother	Q
Who greets him with her narrowed eyes	D2
That hold some welcome back	I2
What's to be done she'll say	D2
When Sadie wants she takes	D2
Better than Bennie with his Christian woman	M2
A man is not so like	I2
If they should fight	D
To call her Jew	T2
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Yet when she lies in bed	D
And the soft babble of their talk comes to her	Q
And the silences	D2
I know she never sleeps	D2
Till the keen draught blowing up the empty hall	E
Edges through her transom	R2
And she hears his foot on the first stairs	D2
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Sarah and Anna live on the floor above	U2
Sarah is swarthy and ill dressed	D
Life for her has no ritual	E
She would break an ideal like an egg for the winged thing at the core	V2
Her mind is hard and brilliant and cutting like an acetylene torch	W2
If any impurities drift there they must be burnt up as in a clear flame	X2
It is droll that she should work in a pants factory	D
Yet where else tousled and collar awry at her olive throat	D
Besides her hands are unkempt	D
With English and everything there is so little time	Y2
She reads without bias	D2
Doubting clamorously	E
Psychology plays science philosophies	D2
Those giant flowers that have bloomed and withered scattering their seed	D
And out of this young forcing soil what growth may come	R2
what amazing blossomings	D2
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Anna is different	D
One is always aware of Anna and the young men turn their heads	D2
to look at her	Q
She has the appeal of a folk song	I2
And her cheap clothes are always in rhythm	R2
When the strike was on she gave half her pay	D2
She would give anything save the praise that is hers	D2
And the love of her lyric body	D
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But Sarah's desire covets nothing apart	D
She would share all things	D2
Even her lover	Q
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III	A
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The sturdy Ghetto children	M2
March by the parade	D
Waving their toy flags	D2
Prancing to the bugles	D2
Lusty unafraid	D
Shaking little fire sticks	D2
At the night	D
The old blinking night	D
Swerving out of the way	D2
Wrapped in her darkness like a shawl	E
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But a small girl	E
Cowers apart	D
Her braided head	D
Shiny as a black bird's	D2
In the gleam of the torch light	D
Is poised as for flight	D
Her eyes have the glow	E
Of darkened lights	D2
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She stammers in Yiddish	Z2
But I do not understand	D
And there flits across her face	D2
A shadow	E
As of a drawn blind	D
I give her an orange	A3
Large and golden	M2
And she looks at it blankly	D
I take her little cold hand and try to draw her to me	D
But she is stiff	B3
Like a doll	E
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Suddenly she darts through the crowd	D
Like a little white panic	I2
Blown along the night	D
Away from the terror of oncoming feet	D
And drums rattling like curses in red roaring mouths	D2
And torches spluttering silver fire	Q
And lights that nose out hiding places	D2
To the night	D
Squatting like a hunchback	I2
Under the curved stoop	C3
The old mammy night	D
That has outlived beauty and knows the ways of fear	B2
The night wide opening crooked and comforting arms	D2
Hiding her as in a voluminous skirt	D
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The sturdy Ghetto children	M2
March by the parade	D
Waving their toy flags	D2
Prancing to the bugles	D2
Lusty unafraid	D
But I see a white frock	I2
And eyes like hooded lights	D2
Out of the shadow of pogroms	D2
Watching watching	I2
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IV	B3
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Calicoes and furs	D2
Pocket books and scarfs	D2
Razor strops and knives	D2
Patterns in check	I2
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Olive hands and russet head	D
Pickles red and coppery	D
Green pickles brown pickles	D2
Patterns in tapestry	D
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Coral beads blue beads	D2
Beads of pearl and amber	Q
Gewgaws beauty pins	D2
Bijoutry for chits	D2
Darting rays of violet	D
Amethyst and jade	D
All the colors out to play	D2
Jumbled iridescently	D2
Patterns in stained glass	D2
Shivered into bits	D2
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Nooses of gay ribbon	M2
Tugging at one's sleeve	B3
Dainty little garters	D2
Hanging out their sign	D3
Here a pout of frilly things	D2
There a sonsy feather	Q
White beards black beards	D2
Like knots in the weave	B3
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And ah the little babies	D2
Shiny black eyed babies	D2
Half a million pink toes	D2
Wriggling altogether	Q
Baskets full of babies	D2
Like grapes on a vine	D3
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Mothers waddling in and out	D
Making all things right	D
Picking up the slipped threads	D2
In Grand street at night	D
Grand street like a great bazaar	E3
Crowded like a float	D
Bulging like a crazy quilt	D
Stretched on a line	D3
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But nearer seen	O2
This litter of the East	D
Takes on a garbled majesty	D
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The herded stalls	D2
In dissolute array	D2
The glitter and the jumbled finery	D
And strangely juxtaposed	D
Cans paper rags	D2
And colors decomposing	I2
Faded like old hair	B
With flashes of barbaric hues	D2
And eyes of mystery	D
Flung	I2
Like an ancient tapestry of motley weave	B3
Upon the open wall of this new land	D
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Here a tawny headed girl	D2
Lemons in a greenish broth	L2
And a huge earthen bowl	D2
By a bronzed merchant	D
With a tall black lamb's wool cap upon his head	D
He has no glance for her	Q
His thrifty eyes	D2
Bend glittering intent	D
Their hoarded looks	D2
Upon his merchandise	D2
As though it were some splendid cloth	L2
Or sumptuous raiment	D
Stitched in gold and red	D
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He seldom talks	D2
Save of the goods he spreads	D2
The meager cotton with its dismal flower	Q
But with his skinny hands	D2
That hover like two hawks	D2
Above some luscious meat	D
He fingers lovingly each calico	E
As though it were a gorgeous shawl	D2
Or costly vesture	Q
Wrought in silken thread	D
Or strange bright carpet	D
Made for sandaled feet	D
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Here an old grey scholar stands	D2
His brooding eyes	D2
That hold long vistas without end	D
Of caravans and trees and roads	D2
And cities dwindling in remembrance	D2
Bend mostly on his tapes and thread	D
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What if they tweak his beard	D
These raw young seed of Israel	D2
Who have no backward vision in their eyes	D2
And mock him as he sways	D2
Above the sunken arches of his feet	D
They find no peg to hang their taunts upon	Z
His soul is like a rock	I2
That bears a front worn smooth	F3
By the coarse friction of the sea	D
And unperturbed he keeps his bitter peace	D2
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What if a rigid arm and stuffed blue shape	G3
Backed by a nickel star	Q
Does prod him on	Z
Taking his proud patience for humility	D
All gutters are as one	M2
To that old race that has been thrust	D
From off the curbstones of the world	D
And he smiles with the pale irony	D
Of one who holds	D2
The wisdom of the Talmud stored away	D2
In his mind's lavender	Q
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But this young trader	Q
Born to trade as to a caul	D2
Peddles the notions of the hour	Q
The gestures of the craft are his	D2
And all the lore	Q
As when to hold withdraw persuade advance	D2
And be it gum or flags	D2
Or clean all or the newest thing in tags	D2
Demand goes to him as the bee to flower	Q
And he appraising	I2
All who come and go	E
With his amazing	I2
Slight of mind and glance	D2
And nimble thought	D
And nature balanced like the scales at nought	D
Looks Westward where the trade lights glow	E
And sees his vision rise	D2
A tape ruled vision	M2
Circumscribed in stone	S
Some fifty stories to the skies	D2
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V	D
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As I sit in my little fifth floor room	H3
Bare	Q
Save for bed and chair	Q
And coppery stains	D2
Left by seeping rains	D2
On the low ceiling	I2
And green plaster walls	D2
Where when night falls	D2
Golden lady bugs	D2
Come out of their holes	D2
And roaches sepia brown consort	D
I hear bells pealing	I2
Out of the gray church at Rutgers street	D
Holding its high flung cross above the Ghetto	E
And one floor down across the court	D
The parrot screaming	I2
Vorw auml rts Vorw auml rts	D2
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The parrot frowsy white	D
Everlastingly swinging	I2
On its iron bar	Q
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A little old woman	M2
With a wig of smooth black hair	Q
Gummed about her shrunken brows	D2
Comes sometimes on the fire escape	G3
An old stooped mother	Q
The left shoulder low	E
With that uneven droopiness that women know	E
Who have suckled many young	I2
Yet I have seen no other than the parrot there	Q
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I watch her mornings as she shakes her rugs	D2
Feebly with futile reach	I3
And fingers without clutch	J3
Her thews are slack	I2
And curved the ruined back	I2
And flesh empurpled like old meat	D
Yet each conspires	D2
To feed those guttering fires	D2
With which her eyes are quick	I2
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On Friday nights	D2
Her candles signal	D2
Infinite fine rays	D2
To other windows	D2
Coupling other lights	D2
Linking the tenements	D2
Like an endless prayer	Q
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She seems less lonely than the bird	D
That day by day about the dismal house	D2
Screams out his frenzied word	D
That night by night	D
If a dog yelps	D2
Or a cat yawls	D2
Or a sick child whines	D2
Or a door screaks on its hinges	D2
Or a man and woman fight	D
Sends his cry above the huddled roofs	D2
Vorw auml rts Vorw auml rts	D2
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VI	B3
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In this dingy cafe	D2
The old men sit muffled in woollens	D2
Everything is faded shabby colorless old	D
The chairs loose jointed	D
Creaking like old bones	D2
The tables the waiters the walls	D2
Whose mottled plaster	Q
Blends in one tone with the old flesh	T
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Young life and young thought are alike barred	D
And no unheralded noises jolt old nerves	D2
And old wheezy breaths	D2
Pass around old thoughts dry as snuff	B3
And there is no divergence and no friction	M2
Because life is flattened and ground as by many mills	D2
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And it is here the Committee	D
Sweet breathed and smooth of skin	N2
And supple of spine and knee	D
With shining unpouched eyes	D2
And the blood high powered	D
Leaping in flexible arteries	D2
The insolent young enthusiastic undiscriminating Committee	D
Who would placard tombstones	D2
And scatter leaflets even in graves	D2
Comes trampling with sacrilegious feet	D
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The old men turn stiffly	D
Mumbling to each other	Q
They are gentle and torpid and busy with eating	I2
But one lifts a face of clayish pallor	Q
There is a dull fury in his eyes like little rusty grates	D2
He rises slowly	D
Trembling in his many swathings like an awakened mummy	D
Ridiculous yet terrible	D2
And the Committee flings him a waste glance	D2
Dropping a leaflet by his plate	D
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A lone fire flickers in the dusty eyes	D2
The lips chant inaudibly	D
The warped shrunken body straightens like a tree	D
And he curses	D2
With uplifted arms and perished fingers	D2
Claw like clutching	I2
So centuries ago	E
The old men cursed Acosta	D
When they prophetic heard upon their sepulchres	D2
Those feet that may not halt nor turn aside for ancient things	D2
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VII	B3
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Here in this room bare like a barn	K3
Egos gesture one to the other	Q
Naked unformed unwinged	D
Egos out of the shell	D2
Examining searching devouring	I2
Avid alike for the flower or the dung	I2
Having no dainty antennae for the touch and withdrawal	D2
Only the open maw	L3
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Egos cawing	I2
Expanding in the mean egg	I2
Little squat tailors with unkempt faces	D2
Pale as lard	D
Fur makers factory hands shop workers	D2
News boys with battling eyes	D2
And bodies yet vibrant with the momentum of long runs	D2
Here and there a woman	M2
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Words words words	D2
Pattering like hail	D2
Like hail falling without aim	X2
Egos rampant	D
Screaming each other down	P2
One motions perpetually	D
Waving arms like overgrowths	D2
He has burning eyes and a cough	B3
And a thin voice piping	I2
Like a flute among trombones	D2
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One red bearded rearing	I2
A welter of maimed face bashed in from some old wound	D
Garbles Max Stirner	Q
His words knock each other like little wooden blocks	D2
No one heeds him	M3
And a lank boy with hair over his eyes	D2
Pounds upon the table	D2
He is chairman	M2
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Egos yet in the primer	Q
Hearing world voices	D2
Chanting grand arias	D2
Majors resonant	D
Stunning with sound	D
Baffling minors	D2
Half heard like rain on pools	D2
Majestic discordances	D2
Greater than harmonies	D2
Gleaning out of it all	D2
Passion bewilderment pain	F2
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Egos yearning with the world old want in their eyes	D2
Hurt hot eyes that do not sleep enough	B3
Striving with infinite effort	D
Frustrate yet ever pursuing	I2
The great white Liberty	D
Trailing her dissolving glory over each hard won barricade	D
Only to fade anew	T2
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Egos crying out of unkempt deeps	D2
And waving their dreams like flags	D2
Multi colored dreams	D2
Winged and glorious	D2
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A gas jet throws a stunted flame	X2
Vaguely illumining the groping faces	D2
And through the uncurtained window	D
Falls the waste light of stars	D2
As cold as wise men's eyes	D2
Indifferent great stars	D2
Fortuitously glancing	I2
At the secret meeting in this shut in room	H3
Bare as a manger	Q
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VIII	B3
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Lights go out	D
And the stark trunks of the factories	D2
Melt into the drawn darkness	D2
Sheathing like a seamless garment	D
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And mothers take home their babies	D2
Waxen and delicately curled	D
Like little potted flowers closed under the stars	D2
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Lights go out	D
And the young men shut their eyes	D2
But life turns in them	N3
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Life in the cramped ova	B3
Tearing and rending asunder its living cells	D2
Wars arts discoveries rebellions travails immolations	D2
cataclysms hates	D2
Pent in the shut flesh	T
And the young men twist on their beds in languor and dizziness	D2
unsupportable	D2
Their eyes heavy and dimmed	D
With dust of long oblivions in the gray pulp behind	D
Staring as through a choked glass	D2
And they gaze at the moon throwing off a faint heat	D
The moon blond and burning creeping to their cots	D2
Softly as on naked feet	D
Lolling on the coverlet like a woman offering her white body	D
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Nude glory of the moon	O3
That leaps like an athlete on the bosoms of the young girls stripped	D
of their linens	D2
Stroking their breasts that are smooth and cool as mother of pearl	D2
Till the nipples tingle and burn as though little lips plucked at them	N3
They shudder and grow faint	D
And their ears are filled as with a delirious rhapsody	D
That Life like a drunken player	Q
Strikes out of their clear white bodies	D2
As out of ivory keys	D2
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Lights go out	D
And the great lovers linger in little groups still passionately debating	I2
Or one may walk in silence listening only to the still summons of Life	B3
Life making the great Demand	D
Calling its new Christs	D2
Till tears come blurring the stars	D2
That grow tender and comforting like the eyes of comrades	D2
And the moon rolls behind the Battery	D
Like a word molten out of the mouth of God	D
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Lights go out	D
And colors rush together	Q
Fusing and floating away	D2
Pale worn gold like the settings of old jewels	D2
Mauves exquisite tremulous and luminous purples	D2
And burning spires in aureoles of light	D
Like shimmering auras	D2
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They are covering up the pushcarts	D2
Now all have gone save an old man with mirrors	D2
Little oval mirrors like tiny pools	D2
He shuffles up a darkened street	D
And the moon burnishes his mirrors till they shine like phosphorus	D2
The moon like a skull	D2
Staring out of eyeless sockets at the old men trundling home the pushcarts	D2
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IX	D2
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A sallow dawn is in the sky	I2
As I enter my little green room	H3
Sadie's light is still burning	I2
Without the frail moon	O3
Worn to a silvery tissue	D2
Throws a faint glamour on the roofs	D2
And down the shadowy spires	D2
Lights tip toe out	D
Softly as when lovers close street doors	D2
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Out of the Battery	D
A little wind	D
Stirs idly as an arm	G2
Trails over a boat's side in dalliance	D2
Rippling the smooth dead surface of the heat	D
And Hester street	D
Like a forlorn woman over born	P3
By many babies at her teats	D2
Turns on her trampled bed to meet the day	D2
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LIFE	B3
Startling vigorous life	B3
That squirms under my touch	J3
And baffles me when I try to examine it	D
Or hurls me back without apology	D
Leaving my ego ruffled and preening itself	B3
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Life	B3
Articulate shrill	D2
Screaming in provocative assertion	M2
Or out of the black and clotted gutters	D2
Piping in silvery thin	N2
Sweet staccato	D
Of children's laughter	Q
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Or clinging over the pushcarts	D2
Like a litter of tiny bells	D2
Or the jingle of silver coins	D2
Perpetually changing hands	D2
Or like the Jordan somberly	D
Swirling in tumultuous uncharted tides	D2
Surface calm	Q3
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Electric currents of life	B3
Throwing off thoughts like sparks	D2
Glittering disappearing	I2
Making unknown circuits	D2
Or out of spent particles stirring	I2
Feeble contortions in old faiths	D2
Passing before the new	D2
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Long nights argued away	D2
In meeting halls	D2
Back of interminable stairways	D2
In Roumanian wine shops	D2
And little Russian tea rooms	D2
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Feet echoing through deserted streets	D2
In the soft darkness before dawn	R3
Brows aching throbbing burning	I2
Life leaping in the shaken flesh	T
Like flame at an asbestos curtain	M2
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Life	B3
Pent overflowing	I2
Stoops and fa ccedil ades	D2
Jostling pushing contriving	I2
Seething as in a great vat	D
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Bartering changing extorting	I2
Dreaming debating aspiring	I2
Astounding indestructible	D2
Life of the Ghetto	D
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Strong flux of life	B3
Like a bitter wine	D3
Out of the bloody stills of the world	D
Out of the Passion eternal	D2

Lola Ridge

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