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I cannot dance upon my Toes
I cannot dance upon
my Toes --
No Man instructed me --
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,
That had I Ballet
knowledge --
Would put itself abroad
In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe --
Or lay a Prima, mad,
And though I had no
Gown of Gauze --
No Ringlet, to my Hair,
Nor hopped to Audiences -- like Birds,
One Claw upon the Air,
Nor tossed my shape
in Eider Balls,
Nor rolled on wheels of snow
Till I was out of sight, in sound,
The House encore me so --
Nor any know I know
the Art
I mention -- easy -- Here --
Nor any Placard boast me --
It's full as Opera --
[Emily Dickinson]
The Children Dancing
Away, sad thoughts,
and teasing
Perplexities, away!
Let other blood go freezing,
We will be wise and gay.
For here is all heart-easing,
An ecstasy at play.
The children dancing, dancing,
Light upon happy feet,
Both eye and heart entrancing
Mingle, escape, and meet;
Come joyous-eyed and advancing
Or floatingly retreat.
Now slow, now swifter treading
Their paces timed and true,
An instant poised, then threading
A maze of printless clue,
Their motions smoothly wedding
To melody anew,
They sway in chime, and scatter
In looping circles; they
Are Music's airy matter,
And their feet move, the way
The raindrops shine and patter
On tossing flowers in May.
As if those flowers were singing
For joy of the clean air,
As if you saw them springing
To dance the breeze, so fair
The lissom bodies swinging,
So light the flung-back hair.
And through the mind enchanted
A happy river goes
By its own young carol haunted
And bringing where it flows
What all in the world has wanted
And who in this world knows?
[Laurence Binyon]
Because I Dance
Because I dance
doesn't mean that I am weak.
It doesn't mean that my "sport" is unimportant.
Because we (dancers) use tights and pink tutus.
Because we're dancers we sweat, and we work.
Because we're dancers simply means one thing;
We work until we simply cannot work anymore.
We work until our feet bleed, and our muscles are
torn.
True athletes work until they simply cannot anymore,
And that is what dancing is all about.
[Sarah Forney]
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