Friday, September 25, 2015

Poem for Dancers








Historian

Some people need to see the buildings with their gunshot wounds and crumbling towers
Some people need to read books by experts

I get my history from

Stomping feet
Slithering fingers
Chest presses
3’ leaps in the air
Deep squats
Gyrating hips
Tiptoes through tall grasses
Hands behind ears
Shimmying shoulders
Flat palms
Undulating spines
Chopping elbows
Pounding hearts
Flying trapezoids
Upturned chins
Smug faces
Joyous eyes
Hopeful shouts
Rhythm



I get my history from the rhythms of the people.





Marsha Therese Danzig
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