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Psalm XII

To the chief musician, who played for the dancers:
 
 
These were the ones who thanked their God
 
With dancing jubilant shins:
 
The beggar, who for figleaf pride
 
Sold shoelaces and pins;
 
The blindman for his brotherly dog;
 
The cripple for his chair;
 
The mauled one for the blesed gasp
 
Of the cone of sweet kind air.
 
I did not see this dance, but men
 
Have praised its grace;  yet I
 
Still cannot fathom how they danced,
 
Or why.

 
 
Dance Poetry
A comprehensive anthology
Edited by Alkis Raftis
Copyright 2012

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