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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 04: Nightmare

    By Conrad Potter Aiken



    ‘Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . .
    Draw three cards, and lay them down,
    Rest your palms upon them, stare at the crystal,
    And think of time . . . My father was a clown,
    My mother was a gypsy out of Egypt;
    And she was gotten with child in a strange way;
    And I was born in a cold eclipse of the moon,
    With the future in my eyes as clear as day.’

    I sit before the gold-embroidered curtain
    And think her face is like a wrinkled desert.
    The crystal burns in lamplight beneath my eyes.
    A dragon slowly coils on the scaly curtain.
    Upon a scarlet cloth a white skull lies.

    ‘Your hand is on the hand that holds three lilies.
    You will live long, love many times.
    I see a dark girl here who once betrayed you.
    I see a shadow of secret crimes.

    ‘There was a man who came intent to kill you,
    And hid behind a door and waited for you;
    There was a woman who smiled at you and lied.
    There was a golden girl who loved you, begged you,
    Crawled after you, and died.

    ‘There is a ghost of murder in your blood,
    Coming or past, I know not which.
    And here is danger, a woman with sea-green eyes,
    And white-skinned as a witch . . .’

    The words hiss into me, like raindrops falling
    On sleepy fire . . . She smiles a meaning smile.
    Suspicion eats my brain; I ask a question;
    Something is creeping at me, something vile;

    And suddenly on the wall behind her head
    I see a monstrous shadow strike and spread,
    The lamp puffs out, a great blow crashes down.
    I plunge through the curtain, run through dark to the street,
    And hear swift steps retreat . . .

    The shades are drawn, the door is locked behind me.
    Behind the door I hear a hammer sounding.
    I walk in a cloud of wonder; I am glad.
    I mingle among the crowds; my heart is pounding;
    You do not guess the adventure I have had! . . .

    Yet you, too, all have had your dark adventures,
    Your sudden adventures, or strange, or sweet . . .
    My peril goes out from me, is blown among you.
    We loiter, dreaming together, along the street.



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