I cannot dance upon my Toes- No Man instructed me- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me, That had I Ballet knowledge- Would put itself abroad In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe- Or lay a Prima, mad, And though I had no Gown of Gauze- No Ringlet, to my Hair, Nor hopped to Audiences-like Birds, One Claw upon the Air, Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls, Nor rolled on wheels of snow Till I was out of sight, in sound, The House encore me so- Nor any know I know the Art I mention-easy-Here- Nor any Placard boast me- It's full as Opera- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE PASSING SHOW by AMBROSE BIERCE MIRACLES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |