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