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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358639" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06: Portrait Of One Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the house. On one side there is darkness,<br>On one side there is light.<br>Into the darkness you may lift your lanterns—<br>O, any number—it will still be night.<br>And here are echoing stairs to lead you downward<br>To long sonorous halls.<br>And here is spring forever at these windows,<br>With roses on the walls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is her room. On one side there is music—<br>On one side not a sound.<br>At one step she could move from love to silence,<br>Feel myriad darkness coiling round.<br>And here are balconies from which she heard you,<br>Your steady footsteps on the stair.<br>And here the glass in which she saw your shadow<br>As she unbound her hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is the room—with ghostly walls dissolving—<br>The twilight room in which she called you 'lover';<br>And the floorless room in which she called you 'friend.'<br>So many times, in doubt, she ran between them!—<br>Through windy corridors of darkening end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here she could stand with one dim light above her<br>And hear far music, like a sea in caverns,<br>Murmur away at hollowed walls of stone.<br>And here, in a roofless room where it was raining,<br>She bore the patient sorrow of rain alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your words were walls which suddenly froze around her.<br>Your words were windows,—large enough for moonlight,<br>Too small to let her through.<br>Your letters—fragrant cloisters faint with music.<br>The music that assuaged her there was you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many times she heard your step ascending<br>Yet never saw your face!<br>She heard them turn again, ring slowly fainter,<br>Till silence swept the place.<br>Why had you gone? . . . The door, perhaps, mistaken . . .<br>You would go elsewhere. The deep walls were shaken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A certain rose-leaf—sent without intention—<br>Became, with time, a woven web of fire—<br>She wore it, and was warm.<br>A certain hurried glance, let fall at parting,<br>Became, with time, the flashings of a storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, there was nothing asked, no hint to tell you<br>Of secret idols carved in secret chambers<br>From all you did and said.<br>Nothing was done, until at last she knew you.<br>Nothing was known, till, somehow, she was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How did she die?—You say, she died of poison.<br>Simple and swift. And much to be regretted.<br>You did not see her pass<br>So many thousand times from light to darkness,<br>Pausing so many times before her glass;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You did not see how many times she hurried<br>To lean from certain windows, vainly hoping,<br>Passionate still for beauty, remembered spring.<br>You did not know how long she clung to music,<br>You did not hear her sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did she, then, make the choice, and step out bravely<br>From sound to silence—close, herself, those windows?<br>Or was it true, instead,<br>That darkness moved,—for once,—and so possessed her? . . .<br>We'll never know, you say, for she is dead.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358639" data-title="The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06: Portrait Of One Dead de Conrad Potter Aiken" data-description="This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you may lift your lanterns— O, any number—it will still be night. And here are echoing stairs to lead you downward To long sonorous halls. ..."></div> </div> </div>
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