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The Dance by Friedrich Schiller
. Williams was inspired by the everyday life of regular citizens, resulting in this poem depicting happiness and joy; even in the little things in life. Do you come to trouble with your potent grimace The festival of Life? And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again. In vain I moved my fists against the mob. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it. . What of costume, scent, or fashion? Her deep eye-sockets are empty and dark, And her skull, skillfully adorned with flowers, Oscillates gently on her fragile vertebrae. Let men understand the crime of man against man, Under the sun of two days, on the road to the cemetery The evil of man against man, Let all the hearts of the world know. Jumping around, will make our legs strong. .
Just like the waves, there's nothing more real. . Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. . To enjoy fully, don't seek a reason. Let these poems make your heart leap and your body move.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer By the author of the book THE INVITATION. The Dancing Fool Robert Hilary The meloncholy melody of the dancing fool, takes his steps aloof upon the circle in which he draws with his dancing feet in the dust of all that he has wrought with a captivated mind and a foolish grin, with lust and ador he twirls and spins, upon the ground and through the winds, of the ever shifting tides of fate, through which in his mindless foolish gate, he proceeds to dance wittingly upon the path, with a laugh that beckons the wise to join in and dance, as he twirls and spins, in a never ending dance upon the dust, in his foolish passion and his whimsical lust, ever robust, he is a creature of folly, a misfit a fool, a hypocrite a false prophet, he is the gazer, the wonderer, the meizer, he jests, he does not simply call to the noble and the wise, he welcomes them as guests, as he dances and prances about in glee, laying his many crowns down before the many, that they may pick and choose which one to wear, for he is but a fool, yet he is always fair, he runs and jumps in his dance so proud, he cackles and jokes, with laughter loud, as he dances in the dust in a circle upon the ground, who can truly judge, the mystery of a meiseure, with a fools heart profound, and as he steps lightly with baffled grace in the face of those who would know their place, he dances with flourish, a frenzy of art, his foolish grin leading the way, for his whimsical heart, as the fool he plays his part, singing like a lark, and all are baffled and bemused, some ignorant, some arrogant, some confused, and the fool just smiles it all away, as he casts his lot with the tides of fate, and walks in the dust upon his destiny, bemused, bewildered by the dance of destinies tune, and as he stumbles in jest, and catches the crowd, he bows to the applause of a silent crowd, and the standing ovation is one of deep profusion, harkened to the depth of the fools illusion, as with a silly grin he twirls and spins, in a foolish dance, in the dust, his robust steps a folly of love, and the meisurely fool knows no bounds, as he is confounded and surrounded, by the sights and the sounds, of a world lost on his charm, though surely with a smile he can disarm, the pride and prejudice of the crowd. It's really easy, to learn how to groove. Never too late, and never too soon. On that dim-lit periphery where time is always out we had our own eternity to get it right and found in our two tuneless hearts a common beat —Neal Bowers 7.
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word
Lessons to learn from those that we teach; The sound that it makes when they all screech. Leaving the poor dying girl on her mattress, I approached the balcony of my window which looked on hell. The Light upon Both eye and heart entrancing Mingle, escape, and meet; Come joyous-eyed and advancing Or floatingly retreat. Hands in the sky, gliding on air; Finding a friend, fun do they share. The way that they play, how soon we forget; The fun to be had, if only we let. Our sleepy body, will suddenly wake.
Like when we're waiting in line at our local grocery store, or when we're cleaning on Saturday morning, the choice is ours. Tall skeleton, you match my dearest taste! Dance in blurred tones with each stroke I glide moved by inspiration. In the years following his suicide at the age of 32, Crane has been hailed by playwrights, poets, and literary critics alike including Robert Lowell, Derek Walcott, Tennessee Williams, and Harold Bloom , as being one of the most influential poets of his generation. ! O to dance upon the star-struck infinity of the heavens! Seulii Chatterji is a well-acclaimed Bharatanatyam and Folk West Bengal dance performer, choreographer and teacher from Kolkata. Eternal alembic of ancient suffering! To tell the truth, I fear your coquetry Will not find a reward worthy of its efforts; Which of these mortal hearts understands raillery? Don't look around, or shyly glance. In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess , the dancers go round, they go round and around , the squeal and the blare and the tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles tipping their bellies round as the thick- sided glasses whose wash they impound their hips and their bellies off balance to turn them.
Just think of your next, funny sweet move. Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. Oh what a charm when nullity tricks out! Yet who has not clasped a skeleton in his arms, Who has not fed upon what belongs to the grave? The pits of your dark eyes dread fancies breathe, And vertigo. The smiles on their face, something to see; Nothing in life so good and so free. Bending in the wind, with purpose it guides.
. Take some time to slow down and immerse yourself in the imagery. Exhaustless well of follies and of faults, Of the old woe the alembic and the urn, Around your trellised ribs, in new assaults, I see the insatiable serpent turn. It can tell stories, convey emotion, and bring people together. Our children we love, the pleasure they bring; The sound of their voice, hearing them sing.
Moves arrive randomly, the next is unknown. . . Tell these fastidious feigners, from your husk - "Proud fondling fools, in spite of talc and rouge, You smell of death. We need to encourage children of all ages to learn to appreciate and enjoy all forms of dance.
