„One of us sings in the street, and we listen to him;
The words ring over us like vague bells of sorrow.
He sings of a house he lived in long ago.
It is strange; this house of dust was the house I lived in;
The house you lived in, the house that all of us know.“
— Conrad Aiken American novelist and poet 1889 - 1973
The House of Dust (1916 - 1917)