I Dance

Stiff twigs in the window,
winter sun
slants on my arms I
turn my hands

palms up

So you see,
I am gentle too
and hard angry
and loving

I dance,
My breasts the
warm of summer
night earth
my legs spring
among rocks
in thin bright afar.

The last section of this poem represents a quality of aliveness. It is only partly literal. It is also a description of some of the ways I feel when I dance.

1969 11 October 1976. English 224