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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 11: Snow falls. The sky is grey and sullenly glares

 Snow falls.
The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street.
The fiery sign on the dark tower wreathes and flares .
The trodden grass in the park is covered with white, The streets grow silent beneath our feet .
The city dreams, it forgets its past to-night.
And one, from his high bright window looking down Over the enchanted whiteness of the town, Seeing through whirls of white the vague grey towers, Desires like this to forget what will not pass, The littered papers, the dust, the tarnished grass, Grey death, stale ugliness, and sodden hours.
Deep in his heart old bells are beaten again, Slurred bells of grief and pain, Dull echoes of hideous times and poisonous places.
He desires to drown in a cold white peace of snow.
He desires to forget a million faces .
In one room breathes a woman who dies of hunger.
The clock ticks slowly and stops.
And no one winds it.
In one room fade grey violets in a vase.
Snow flakes faintly hiss and melt on the window.
In one room, minute by minute, the flutist plays The lamplit page of music, the tireless scales.
His hands are trembling, his short breath fails.
In one room, silently, lover looks upon lover, And thinks the air is fire.
The drunkard swears and touches the harlot's heartstrings With the sudden hand of desire.
And one goes late in the streets, and thinks of murder; And one lies staring, and thinks of death.
And one, who has suffered, clenches her hands despairing, And holds her breath .
Who are all these, who flow in the veins of the city, Coil and revolve and dream, Vanish or gleam? Some mount up to the brain and flower in fire.
Some are destroyed; some die; some slowly stream.
And the new are born who desire to destroy the old; And fires are kindled and quenched; and dreams are broken, And walls flung down .
And the slow night whirls in snow over towers of dreamers, And whiteness hushes the town.

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