Theodore Roethke - Mar 28, Fun with Chairs

More love for the Moon.

The Dance

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I tried to fling my shadow at the moon,

The while my blood leaped with a wordless song.

Though dancing needs a master, I had none

To teach my toes to listen to my tongue.

But what I learned there, dancing all alone, ,

Was not the joyless motion of a stone.

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