Dancing All Alone

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Here’s a poem by the American poet Theodore Roethke:

The Dance

I tried to fling my shadow at the moon,
The while my blood leaped with a wordless song.
Though dancing needs a master, I had none
To teach my toes to listen to my tongue.
But what I learned there, dancing all alone,
Was not the joyless motion of a stone.

 

 

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