The Dance
O that you too could have sat their in awe
I see the human body thaw
From bright emotion into motion
When Sheila Barnett, that Nettleford so Rex
Curved and looped in sweet elation
Petals on wind, eyes camering context
From the stage of egg to chrysallis
This dance poised against memory still
A bead of dew, and dancers bliss
Distilled upon a frozen moment of will.
O they that I could explain more than cumina
Maypole memories or quadrille, the stamina
In the hunger to express
This nation's beauty, its struggling people content
In the glowing sweat of happiness.
The body's twirl of space is better argument
For life than all the sophistries of Kant
And the Heathen rant from Voltaire
To our prayerless hoardes. And the scant
Dress of form does cause a man to sit and stare.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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