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Isadora Duncan
She was a flame sheath of flesh made for dancing.
She believed she ran out into storm, rain, sun, and
became part of them and they were afterward woven
in her dances.
“The wind? I am the wind. The sea and the moon?
I am the sea and the moon. Tears, pain, love, bird-
flights? I am all of them. I dance what I am.
“Sin, prayer, faith, the light that never was on land
or sea? I dance what I am.”
Roses, lovers, money, children, came to her in her
life dance from California to Russia.
When her dancing days were not yet over but almost
come to an end, she died in a swift ride with a flame-red
scarf enwrapping her neck tighter and tighter. . . .
Carl Sandbury