Number seven eighty-three, a number in a music book
introducing the tarantella to those who are Italian
and love to dance with exacting precision.
Moving free and swirling with every tone of rhythm.
Sacrificing nothing as they step around the dance
floor, freedom waving, pulling them out of themselves
for a few minutes of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem