III. THEY WHO DANCE
The feet of dancers
Shine with mirth,
Their hearts are vibrant as bells:
The air flows by them
Divided like water
Cut by a gleaming ship.
Triumphantly their bodies sing,
Their eyes are blind
With music.
They move through threatening ghosts
Feeling them cool as mist
On their brows.
They who dance
Find infinite golden floors
Beneath their feet.
IV. PIANISSIMO
I took Night
Into my arms,
Night lay upon my breast.
If night had wings
She would have brought me
Stars for my hair.
The stars laughed
Lightly
From far away.