- Ballet
Waking from a doze on a white couch,I see black and white posters of her
leaping on unknown stages with her legsparallel to the floor and her arms out
as far as they’ll go. It’s another dreamI’ve wanted to wake up in: a dimly lit flat
with white carpet below a red Persian rug,a Siamese cat named Pushkin
curiously looking at me, December rainfalling outside, and one long muscle,
a fancy fountain pen, having coaxed meinto this state with her Russian yes’s. [End Page 139]
Daniel Saalfeld’s poems have appeared in many journals, including The Hopkins Review, The Southeast Review, The Seattle Review, Cimarron Review, Tar River Poetry, The South Carolina Review, Poet Lore, and The Pinch. As a Fulbright Scholar, he lectured on modern and contemporary American poetry and creative writing in Russia. He teaches creative writing at the George Washington and the Johns Hopkins Universities.