A Woman of Thirty by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
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page 64 of 85 (75%)
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Blackness lurks in corners, Wind snatches the sparks, Tongs and poker jangle together Like the iron bones Of a man that was hanged. III. THEY WHO DANCE The feet of dancers Shine with mirth, Their hearts are vibrant as bells: The air flows by them Divided like water Cut by a gleaming ship. Triumphantly their bodies sing, Their eyes are blind With music. They move through threatening ghosts Feeling them cool as mist On their brows. They who dance Find infinite golden floors Beneath their feet. IV. PIANISSIMO |
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