Palm Dance
Palm-touching is sweet,
Palm-shade is for her made -
And fruits of palm-tree
Are here to aid
Partaking with breeze
If palm-branches are high:
Palms here are to please,
To softly delight! ..
To paint like a brush
Will fingers of palm:
They can like eye-lash
Be tender and calm;
So, close eye-lids,
To let happen joy -
Perform lusty mist,
Creating alloy
By palms - and by hands
Embracing the dense
Of measures and weights
And tensions immense,
Of energies' burst -
And under the palms
Let count be lost -
Remembered just dance! ..
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