FORGIVE THE DANCER — Summary

Forgive the dancer.

While the Pakistanis and Indians are testing bombs underground she is tying on her long skirt, lacing her shoes, pinning up her hair.

While a little boy shoots up a cafeteria full of kids in Oregon she is stretching out her legs, bending her back, arching her feet.

While three white men in Texas drag a black man behind their truck she is tuning her heart and her breath to the heart of the music, the breath of the drum.

As bitter rain burns through the trees she leaps into the light, opens her pliant arms to all the wonder in the world.

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The poem opens with a plea, "Forgive the dancer," and then shows why forgiveness might be needed. Each stanza sets a violent event from the news, such as nuclear tests, a school shooting and a racist killing, beside the ordinary preparations of a dancer: tying a skirt, lacing shoes, stretching, listening to the drum. The repeated "while" makes both things happen at once, so the dancer's calm feels almost uncomfortable.

The speaker seems to feel both guilt and defiance. Asking forgiveness suggests she knows that dancing could look like turning away from suffering. Yet the dancer isn't careless. She tunes her "heart and breath" to the music, as if making herself fully present. In the last stanza the rain is "bitter" and burns the trees, but she still leaps and opens her arms to "all the wonder in the world." The mood is sorrowful but hopeful, holding grief and joy together and suggesting that beauty still deserves to be celebrated.

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