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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