The Lost Dancer Poem by Jean Toomer

The Lost Dancer

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Spatial depths of being survive
The birth to death recurrences
Of feet dancing on earth of sand;
Vibrations of the dance survive
The sand; the sand, elect, survives
The dancer. He can find no source
Of magic adequate to bind
The sand upon his feet, his feet
Upon his dance, his dance upon
The diamond body of his being.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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Jean Toomer

Jean Toomer

Washington D.C.
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