I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 November 2009

Verse Portrait 83: Passing Stranger

‘Frankie don’t dance’
his T-shirt says
and I’m sorry
for anyone who so restricts
his own joy,
so afraid of release
he fends it off
before it starts to begin.

‘If I can’t dance
at the revolution,’
Emma Goldman is said
to have said to Lenin,
‘I won’t come.’
Now that I like!

Me, I ain’t got
rhythm, trip over
my feet, and yet
I love to swirl and tap.


  1. I have a mental image of the domino cascade of all the resulting injuries from someone's flinging and hopping and swinging when they really, are seriously, a bad dancer. lol-hyperbole -- refraining from dancing as consideration for others.

  2. It's OK. I dance alone in my home, with or without a broom.