to Pina Bausch

Posted on November 24, 2007 by riverwriter

your dancers sprout
wings behind my eyes
and lift me into
warm summer rain

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
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2 Responses to to Pina Bausch

  1. sdunford says:
    December 14, 2007 at 6:42 pm

    i’d like to see the dance. how long will the speaker be in the air? how long does desire remain intact? ecstasy prolonged soon ceases. must it always be so? would the value still be retained if it ever lasted? must we love what fades?

    love the earth, muck, detritus, magma solidifying under a bird’s scat

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