The House of Dust; a symphony

Conrad Potter Aiken

Capitolo 21

The great car which left brain in front of me
Smote and smote with a rhythmic pulsation.
My hands have lacerated down walls, the stone and plaster.
I allowed to fall the great rays to the dusty road.

My eyes are brought with measuring cloths of you redden,
It is gilded cloths, and oscillating cloths, and pale.
I dream a crowd of faces, white with threat.
Hands arrive on to lacerate me.  My brain will fail.

Here, where the walls go down under of our choices,
These walls which opening of windows against the sky,
Atom atom of meat and brain and marble
Builds a bright tower before we die. . .

The young boy whistles, while expediting down the road,
The young girl cantarella under of his/her breath.
One goes out to the beauty, and he/she doesn't know him/it.
And one goes out to death.


X. SUDDEN DEATH

'Numbers four--the girl that died on the table--
The girl with gilded hair--'
The lies of body that redden on the smoothed marble.
We open the throat, and it placed the thyroid naked. . .

One who contained the ether-cone remembers
His blue dark color frightened eyes.
He felt the acute breath wave, and he/she saw his/her affronts
More hurriedly fall and increase.
Its hands made futile gestures, her the head turned him
Fighting for breath;  its cheeks were lined up the text to scarlet color,--
And, suddenly, she placed dead.

And all the dreams that have expedited along his/her veins
Come to the obscurity of a sudden wall.
Confusion worked among them, they turned and they asked to great voice,
They fell, they of rose, they struck, they shouted,
You finally cultivate a pallor of silence it made them keep silent everybody.

Which was its name?  Where had you/he/she walked that morning?
What dark forest did its feet pass?
Long that wall up illuminated by the sun, that road of peopled?

Turns back him dreamed along a chain of days,
He saw her/it go her/it strange ways and secret,
Waking up and sleeping, midday and night.
You sat from a mirror, while garnishing with braids his/her gilded hair.
You read a light history of candle.

Its shade worked in front of her along the road,
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