Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.
It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses of green.
Your red scarf flashes across them calling and a-calling.
The silk and flare of it is a great soprano leading a chorus
Carried along in a rouse of voices reaching for the heart of the world.
Your toes are singing to meet the song of your arms:
Let the red scarf go swifter.
Summer and the sun command you.
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This vividly brings forth the image of a gypsy dancer or flamenco danced outside under the sun, vibrant, filled with fantasy and joy. The poem seems to be a celebration of summer and colorful abandon.