Marble Faun & Green Bough (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
A pewter bowl of lilies in the roomSeems to him to weigh and change the gloomInto a palpable substance he can feelHeavily on his hands, slowing the wheelThe firelight steadily turns upon the ceiling. The firelight steadily hums, steadily wheelingUntil his brain, stretched and tautened, suddenly cracks. Play something else. And laxly sees his brainWhirl to infinite fragments, like brittle sparks,Vortex together again, and whirl again. Play something else. He tries to keep his toneLightly natural, watching the shadows thrown,Watching the timid shadows near her throatLink like hands about her from the dark.His eyes like hurried fingers fumble and flyAbout the narrow bands with which her dress is caughtAnd lightly trace the line of back and thigh.He sees his brain disintegrate, spark by spark. Play something else, he says. And on the darkHis brain floats like a moon behind his eyes,Swelling, retreating enormously.
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