to look like a dancer (1950s)
far-away,
and ethereal,
th look of a real dancer
our in-between-rehearsal-
far-away-trance-
interminable-display,
is my back straight, is it straight,
gazelle-like loveliness
on a break, to feel
like a dancer,
unruffled and composed
in spite of all those wars
in the windows on th train,
no loose strands, and serene,
and those scarves, woollen socks
to keep us warm, we wanted
so much to be liked,
and look like a performance
...you're back? ....good stuff, Jeltje. Great to read your work here again! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHi Efi, was swallowed up by performances...! Good to be back!
DeleteSo very good and so moving...dancers understand trains better than the train understands the dancer...for a moment I was right there in your poem...you know somewhere today a small boy remembers seeing you.
ReplyDeletethat's lovely... I can just see you there!
Deleteit's a beautiful poem!
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