The Dance
–William Carlos WilliamsWhen the snow falls the flakes spin upon the long axisthat concerns them most intimatelytwo and two to make a dancethe mind dances with itself,taking you by the hand,your lover followsthere are always two,yourself and the other,the point of your shoe setting the pace,if you break away and runthe dance is overBreathlessly you will takeanother partnerbetter or worse who will keepat your side, at your stopswhirls and glides until he tooleaves offon his way down as ifthere were another directiongayer, more carefreespinning face to face but always downwith each other secureonly in each other’s armsBut only the dance is sure!make it your own.Who can tellwhat is to come of it?in the woods of yourown nature whatevertwig interposes, and bare twigshave an actuality of their ownthis flurry of the stormthat holds us,plays with us and discards usdancing, dancing as may be credible.
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