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every scene set to be played,
the setting and the stage
put there by some old man
with dark widespread arms
who. swings me deeper and deeper within the earth.
Poèmes sur le thème : stage
Poèmes sur le thème « stage » sur Poets.by.
Irradiations XX
I dance:
I exist in motion:
A wind-shaken flower spilling my drops in the sunlight.
I feel the muscles bending, relaxing beneath me;
I direct the rippling sweep of the lines of my body;
Its impact crashes through the thin walls of the atmosphere,
I dance.
About me whirls
The sombre hall, the gaudy stage, the harsh glare of the footlights,
And in the brains of thousands watching
Little flames leap quivering to the music of my effort.
I have danced:
I have expressed my soul
In unbroken rhythm,
Sorrow, and flame.
I am tired: I would be extinguished beneath your beating hands.
Nobody Passes
Nobody passes on the street.
The day is set, like a stage, for feet.
With a ridge of white clouds painted high
Across the canvas of the sky;
With pavement gleaming and too clean ;
A shimmer of grass that seems too green,
And houses alert on every side
Showing a stiff and conscious pride.
The day is a stage, and life is a play —
But nobody passes down this way.