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Bart Edelman 17 THE DANCER Watch her begin to spin, Turning circles in the air, Floating like a feather On the back of the wind; Come, take a moment To sit and observe: The tilt of her head, The swirl of her lips, The sweep of her hands, The curl of her hips; See how rivers flow Beneath her knees, And lush gardens grow Up through her toes; Feel the beat of the street As both feet kiss the floor, Her city, never at rest; And always there is undulation— This perpetual motion— The marriage of beauty to form, Graceful strength newly born. ...

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