Capitolo 24
Some are destroyed; some die; some slowly the brook.
And the new ones are born him who desire to destroy the old one;
It is fires they are made to turn on and they are extinct; and dreams are broken,
It is down flung of the walls. . .
And the evening and slow whirlwinds in the snow tower on dreamers,
And whiteness makes to keep silent the city.
DIVIDES III
ME
How fallen in the evening,
And the yellow jump of lights one to the time
Long tall walls;
Black roads it is long as which shine if with rain,
The put city the mute to it seems
As one in a sleep without rest that lies and he/she dreams
Of vague desires and memoirs, and mean-forgotten the pain. . .
Long dark veins as lights the run of dreams rapids,
Flashes, flashes it is extinct again,
To mix and finally to burn in the enormous brain
And it dies away. . .
How fallen in the evening,
A dream dissolves these inconsistent walls,--
A myriad secretly lights that it slips lie naked. . .
The persons in love rise, the whore combs him the hair,
Does her some dead man it grows blue in the confused lamplight,
The overseer climbs the step. . .
The defaulting debtor of bank peers at to a chaos of figures,
And it races among them, and it is dejected;
The ill man coughs and feels the tinkling of chisels;
The tired clown
He/she sees the enormous crowd, a million faces,
Immovable in their places,
Ready to laugh, and it grabs, and it crushes and torn wound. . .
The ballet dancer smooths his/her hair,
Laces his/her gilded slippers, and it crosses the door
Once more to dance,
To rapid music that feels it likes an increase of spell,
Feeling the encomium of thousand eyes.
How fallen of obscurity
The walls grow bright and they heat, the walls
You tremble and burns with the lives inside them moving himself/herself/itself,
As music moving himself/herself/itself, secret and rich and warm.
How will we live tonight? Where will we turn?
To that new light or the obscurity it craves?
Thousand steps of winding conduct down in front of us;
And one to the time in myriads we come down
From lamplit you wall up, long balusters bloomed,