Suspended between earth and sky,
Motion itself motionless,
The dancer’s impudence in the face of gravity.
Insults the Deity who posts in his chamber.
What has He do with this wild thing,
Suspended between the earth and sky,
Motion itself, motionless,
Or music’s sensuous string?
Unconscious of the stars and Deities,
The dancer pirouettes,
Or churns up dust beneath his feet-
to the beat of native drums,
As natural to Him as body heat.
The dancer is the spirit’s astronaut.
Flightless, he flies, wingless, he rises-
With me at his side weights, he rises-
With me at his side weightless with joy!!…