|This is the first of four vocal solos from THE FOUR ARTISTS, a cantata for SATB soloists, chorus, and piano. Click on the link to listen.|
THE DANCER music by Glenn Hardy
sonnet by Margaret Hardy
I sit cross- legged in my eastern room
As sunlight plays along the curtain lace
My legs move first, and then my fingers trace
A pattern like a weaver at a loom.
Among my plants and cats and household tasks
I dance, and take whatever each day brings:
I do not search the where and why of things;
I am not one who answers or who asks.
The power of this music which remains
Within me as I go about my day
By what hand it is written- Who can say?
I am not one to question or explain.
But, O, that blessed dancer who might see
The maker of such choreography!
|© 1988 Glenn Hardy|
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