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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