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Show Solenoid coils trembling in their circuits, The charged field humming at discrepant frequencies) While Clara pulled arpeggios from the air. When, two hours later, the house lights flared Redly through their filaments, how bright The room appeared, and in its hush An expectant, incandescent hum As if the very atmosphere had tuned Itself into decipherable form: An aeroplane's distant diminuendo, Trucks castanetting over cobbles outside, The spondaics of a hundred pocketwatches Ticking the crowd through the dumbstruck seconds Until they loosened into artless applause. |
