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Dance Figure E-book


Author: Ezra Pound
Genre: Literature, Poetry




                                      1913 

                                  DANCE FIGURE
                                  From Lustra

                                 by Ezra Pound







Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)



          DANCE FIGURE
-
                 For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee
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    DARK eyed,
    O woman of my dreams,
    Ivory sandaled,
    There is none like thee among the dancers,
    None with swift feet.
-
    I have not found thee in the tents,
    In the broken darkness.
    I have not found thee at the well-head
    Among the women with pitchers.
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    Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;
    Thy face as a river with lights.
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    White as an almond are thy shoulders;
    As new almonds stripped from the husk.
    They guard thee not with eunuchs;
    Not with bars of copper.
-
                                                     
    Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.
    A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns, has thou
        gathered about thee,
    O Nathat-Ikanaie, "Tree-at-the-river."
-
    As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;
    Thy fingers a frosted stream.
-
    Thy maidens are white like pebbles;
    Their music about thee!
-
    There is none like thee among the dancers;
    None with swift feet.
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                               THE END

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