Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, DUST OF A DANCER, by LOUISE DRISCOLL


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DUST OF A DANCER, by                    
First Line: This is the dust of a dancer
Last Line: Like god's breath.


This is the dust of a dancer;
Now, if a flute should call,
Do you think she would answer,
Or stir at all?

Little brown hands went swinging
The time of the dance to mark,
Maybe the girl went singing
Into the dark.

Maybe the girl was willing,
Tired of music and men,
To go from the flute's proud shrilling
And not dance again.

It may be that now she is rested --
If we could call her back,
Slim-throated and full-breasted,
Down the dark track!

The years have made her no older,
Youth wins this from death --
The centuries enfold her
Like God's breath.





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