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From the Highest Towers
Ringing In
Every time I hear them, I remember that first morning,
That moment in a narrow street when brightly, without warning,
The bells loosened their tongues to sing and raised their clarion voices
In that wild hymnody of joy at which my heart rejoices,
And now, wherever I may be, whatever is the weather
Or the occasion driving me, those voices joined together
Stop me, and make me raise my eyes while all the bells are ringing,
And search the gladness of the skies where Carillon is singing.
Invitations to Dance
Dancers I: Bend Sinister
Leaning back into a dire S-curve
And turning, twisting out of grace,
Finding cruel existence takes
Her to a meaner, coarser place,
She rebels against the tide
That pulls her downward, scrapes her soul,
And makes a revolutionary
Spring to leave the great Black Hole
Of wounded spirit, tortured love,
To swim back into something sweet—
This is the mandate of the dance:
To win by keeping on her feet
Dancers II: Conjuror
Under a spell of loveliness
She leans, she curls, expands;
She falls against the strong caress
Of gladness, in the hands
Of magic greater than herself,
And when the spell is done,
There is no darkness, loneliness
Or sorrow; she is one
With every boundary, with joy,
With having been set free
From all constraint; the dance has won
Her to infinity
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