Oh, child, with what a will You keep from being still! How bonelessly you bend, How tensely reascend -- Five fingers stretch, five fingers close, One hand a starfish, one a rose. My head is in a whirl To see each antic curl On yours point up and prance An individual dance -- Wistful, I watch and never tire, Still as a dog before a fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |