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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08: The Box With Silver Handles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well,&mdash;it was two days after my husband died&mdash;<br>Two days! And the earth still raw above him.<br>And I was sweeping the carpet in their hall.<br>In number four&mdash;the room with the red wall-paper&mdash;<br>Some chorus girls and men were singing that song<br>'They'll soon be lighting candles<br>Round a box with silver handles'&mdash;and hearing them sing it<br>I started to cry. Just then he came along<br>And stopped on the stairs and turned and looked at me,<br>And took the cigar from his mouth and sort of smiled<br>And said, 'Say, what's the matter?' and then came down<br>Where I was leaning against the wall,<br>And touched my shoulder, and put his arm around me . . .<br>And I was so sad, thinking about it,&mdash;<br>Thinking that it was raining, and a cold night,<br>With Jim so unaccustomed to being dead,&mdash;<br>That I was happy to have him sympathize,<br>To feel his arm, and leaned against him and cried.<br>And before I knew it, he got me into a room<br>Where a table was set, and no one there,<br>And sat me down on a sofa, and held me close,<br>And talked to me, telling me not to cry,<br>That it was all right, he'd look after me,&mdash;<br>But not to cry, my eyes were getting red,<br>Which didn't make me pretty. And he was so nice,<br>That when he turned my face between his hands,<br>And looked at me, with those blue eyes of his,<br>And smiled, and leaned, and kissed me&mdash;<br>Somehow I couldn't tell him not to do it,<br>Somehow I didn't mind, I let him kiss me,<br>And closed my eyes! . . . Well, that was how it started.<br>For when my heart was eased with crying, and grief<br>Had passed and left me quiet, somehow it seemed<br>As if it wasn't honest to change my mind,<br>To send him away, or say I hadn't meant it&mdash;<br>And, anyway, it seemed so hard to explain!<br>And so we sat and talked, not talking much,<br>But meaning as much in silence as in words,<br>There in that empty room with palms about us,<br>That private dining-room . . . And as we sat there<br>I felt my future changing, day by day,<br>With unknown streets opening left and right,<br>New streets with farther lights, new taller houses,<br>Doors swinging into hallways filled with light,<br>Half-opened luminous windows, with white curtains<br>Streaming out in the night, and sudden music,&mdash;<br>And thinking of this, and through it half remembering<br>A quick and horrible death, my husband's eyes,<br>The broken-plastered walls, my boy asleep,&mdash;<br>It seemed as if my brain would break in two.<br>My voice began to tremble . . . and when I stood,<br>And told him I must go, and said good-night&mdash;<br>I couldn't see the end. How would it end?<br>Would he return to-morrow? Or would he not?<br>And did I want him to&mdash;or would I rather<br>Look for another job?&mdash;He took my shoulders<br>Between his hands, and looked down into my eyes,<br>And smiled, and said good-night. If he had kissed me,<br>That would have&mdash;well, I don't know; but he didn't . .<br>And so I went downstairs, then, half elated,<br>Hoping to close the door before that party<br>In number four should sing that song again&mdash;<br>'They'll soon be lighting candles round a box with silver handles'&mdash;<br>And sure enough, I did. I faced the darkness.<br>And my eyes were filled with tears. And I was happy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q>
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Two days! And the earth still raw above him.
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