This is an excellent collection of thematically-related poems by Conrad Aiken. Aiken's poetry is haunting and dreamlike (at times, nightmarish).
So many emotions were triggered by these short stories/poems.
The beginning is esoteric, setting and theme. But as the poem is swept by rain and snow and wind, by sunlight and moon and ever crashing sea, by the endless music of man's untamed emotions, it vignettes: it spirals into the specific, the horrible and mosaic, lives and deaths and regrets are played as knotted notes, with virtuosity.
'The Waste Land' is a poem of the mind. 'The House of Dust' is a poem of the blood.