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V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
|-1||After the frosty silence in the gardens||0||After the agony in stony places||1||The shouting and the crying||2||Prison and palace and reverberation||3||Of thunder of spring over distant mountains||4||He who was living is now dead||5||We who were living are now dying||6||With a little patience
Here is no water but only rock
|8||Rock and no water and the sandy road||9||The road winding above among the mountains||10||Which are mountains of rock without water||11||If there were water we should stop and drink||12||Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think||13||Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand||14||If there were only water amongst the rock||15||Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit||16||Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit||17||There is not even silence in the mountains||18||But dry sterile thunder without rain||19||There is not even solitude in the mountains||20||But red sullen faces sneer and snarl||21||From doors of mudcracked houses||22|| If there were water||23||And no rock||24||If there were rock||25||And also water||26||And water||27||A spring||28||A pool among the rock||29||If there were the sound of water only||30||Not the cicada||31||And dry grass singing||32||But sound of water over a rock||33||Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees||34||Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop||35||But there is no water
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
|37||When I count, there are only you and I together||38||But when I look ahead up the white road||39||There is always another one walking beside you||40||Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded||41||I do not know whether a man or a woman||42||- But who is that on the other side of you?
What is that sound high in the air
|44||Murmur of maternal lamentation||45||Who are those hooded hordes swarming||46||Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth||47||Ringed by the flat horizon only||48||What is the city over the mountains||49||Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air||50||Falling towers||51||Jerusalem Athens Alexandria||52||Vienna London||53||Unreal
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
|55||And fiddled whisper music on those strings||56||And bats with baby faces in the violet light||57||Whistled, and beat their wings||58||And crawled head downward down a blackened wall||59||And upside down in air were towers||60||Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours||61||And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
|63||In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing||64||Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel||65||There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.||66||It has no windows, and the door swings,||67||Dry bones can harm no one.||68||Only a cock stood on the rooftree||69||Co co rico co co rico||70||In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust||71||Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
|73||Waited for rain, while the black clouds||74||Gathered far distant, over Himavant.||75||The jungle crouched, humped in silence.||76||Then spoke the thunder||77||DA||78||Datta: what have we given?||79||My friend, blood shaking my heart||80||The awful daring of a moment's surrender||81||Which an age of prudence can never retract||82||By this, and this only, we have existed||83||Which is not to be found in our obituaries||84||Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider||85||Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor||86||In our empty rooms ||87||DA||88||Dayadhvam: I have heard the key||89||Turn in the door once and turn once only||90||We think of the key, each in his prison||91||Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison||92||Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours||93||Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus||94||DA||95||Damyata: The boat responded||96||Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar||97||The sea was calm, your heart would have responded||98||Gaily, when invited, beating obedient||99||To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
|101||Fishing, with the arid plain behind me||102||Shall I at least set my lands in order?||103||London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down||104||Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina||105||Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow||106||Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie||107||These fragments I have shored against my ruins||108||Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.||109||Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.||110|| Shantih shantih shantih||111|
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