The House of Dust; a symphony

Conrad Potter Aiken

Capitolo 12

But dreams had meant.
He walked more slowly, and it looked along the roofs,
All built by men, and it the blue and pale sky;
And suddenly he was confused with looking at him,
It seemed to turn and to swim,
It seemed the color of terror, of the speed, of death. . .
He lowered his/her eyes to the stones, he walked more slowly;
Its thoughts were blown and shed as leaves;
He thought about the bucket. . . Because, was you/he/she forgotten then?
Because he would not need it?

Then, in the moment in which he was gathering again his/her thoughts
On that angle of medicine-shop, under an arc-lamp,
Where first he met the girl that he would get married him,--
That innocent girl and from the blue eyes, in a soft shirt,--
He waved his/her hand for signals, and he climbed
In the dusty behavior that you/he/she has embraced the wall;
Above of the tree; from girdered to demolish demolishes;
Above of the roofs of leveling, up to that the sea
Disposition wide and it rippled in front of him. . . And then he advanced
Giddily out, from that safety,
To the red rib of iron against the sky,
And it walked long him, while feeling sings him/it and it trembles;
And looking down at an instant, saw the tree
In the moment in which him dreamed that was;  and it looked away,
And on new, feeling his/her blood goes wild.

He gave the signal;  the long beam swung
More next to him, it allowed to fall echoing in place,
Almost pushing him/it street.  You hammer pneumatic
Started their clatter of insane asylum the white-warm nails,
You/he/she was cleverly launched by bottom and takings in buckets;
He signalled again, and it dried his/her mouth and thought
Such a tall place in the air should be calmer.
The tree, far under of, it picked to his/her eyes,
Picked to the angles of them, until him it looked,
It is felt his/her body it suddenly goes small and light;
Felt his/her craft of brain street as a vapor that decreases;
And it felt a whistle of wind, and it a tree
Comes dipping above to thought and he to him,
'Of God--I am now done for, the dream was corrected. . .'
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