Degas and His Dancers

June 12, 2011
By Ladylikeinquisition145 GOLD, Montclair, New Jersey
Ladylikeinquisition145 GOLD, Montclair, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night... Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!...Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!" -Howl Allen Ginsberg


Encompassed by the count,
No rest for the weary.
Not a shadow of a doubt,
Though eyes get teary.
She crashes to the floor.
Her dream shattered with bone,
Savior she would implore,
Maybe forever alone.
The prima who cannot be,
Her words more than a noise,
She moves, a practiced tendency.
Feet thrust outward with poise.
Performance with grace,
No matter the subject.
Now planted on her face,
No plead to object.
Once lost to the narrow,
Now obscured,
Needing to harrow,
Loud, silence demurred.
Aimless demolition,
A grin of delight,
Her soul in remission,
Well worth the plight.


The author's comments:
I have always enjoyed the paintings of Degas and thought about how obtrusive professional dance is on one's life and how they must feel.

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