17 January 2013
The feet of dancers shine with mirth
Image by Alastair Muir: Dancers: Cira Robinson and Jazmon Voss.
The Swan by Stephen Spender.
The trumpets were curled away, the drum beat no more,
Only the Swan, the Swan, danced in my brain:
All night she spun; dropped, lifted again,
Arched and curved her arms; sunk on the frore
Snow-brittle feathers skirting her; reclined on hands
Buckling her waist, where the moon glanced.
How small her waist was, and the feet that danced!.
Sometimes she bent back, and a breeze fanned
Her hair that touched the ground, and, shown
Between her Swan’s legs, feather and white down.
Life is alive again, my lovelies. Barbara von Enger is dancing again!
This post is dedicated to Barbara who is now fully recoverd from a dancing injury, and is currently back on stage!