Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop.
- W.H. Auden
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jeudi 21 avril 2011
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3 commentaires:
auden! the tune is catching and it will not stop.
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HR: it is such a morbid poem in fact, but i love its propelling rhythm and the dark imagery!
you're so right, of course! I love the way that it moves you forward.. not all poems have that same beat and onward marching - much like music has. and it always reminds me of that fairy tale the red shoes!
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