Girl Of The Tzabarim Dance Poem by Lucius Furius

Girl Of The Tzabarim Dance



If only I could do with my words what you,
with your arms and legs and hands, do,
girl of the Tzabarim dance.

You let your body go.
You let the music and God flow through you.
No false smile; only the subtle bliss
of one possessed by the dance.

The feeling threatens to overwhelm you;
you master it into a graceful gesture, a delicate turn.
You let the music of God possess you.

You dance like the women danced
when David slew the Philistine,
girl of the Tzabarim dance.

If only I could do with my words what you,
with your arms and legs and hands, do,
girl of the Tzabarim dance.

Girl Of The Tzabarim Dance
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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There's a youtube of the Tzabarim Folklore Ensemble.
This poem is one of the Humanist Art Homepage, Scraps of Faith poems.
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