Sweet Dancer...

I am happiest dancing - even after all these years - there is peace in the whirl of turning around and around like a wild gypsy - there is structure -

And structure is necessary in a world of chaos, when everything goes haywire.

Like Cassie in "Chorus Line" there only has to be the music, the mirror and me.

There is no thinking of outside thoughts in the studio, on the stage. There is just spot,

Sweet Dancer

by William Butler Yeats

The girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,

Escaped out of her crowd,
Or out of her black cloud.

Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

If strange men come from the house

To lead her away, do not say

That she is happy being crazy

Lead them gently astray;

Let her finish her dance,

Let her finish her dance.

Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!


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