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Poetry Friday: A Dancing Girl by Frances Sargent Osgood

And now with flashing eyes she springs,
Her whole bright figure raised in air,
As if her soul had spread its wings
And poised her one wild instant there!

She spoke not; but, so richly fraught
With language are her glance and smile,
That, when the curtain fell, I thought
She had been talking all the while.

-- A Dancing Girl by Frances Sargent Osgood

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I chose this poem in honor of a dear friend and fellow dancer. Happy birthday, Lorie Ann!

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