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"Because I Dance"
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"Dancers"
I am a dancer I twirl, leap and spin I jump, piorette, and tap I am a dancer I feel pain and fear I feel defeat and failure Yet I keep going I smile, I practice, I perform I feel happiness and joy I have grace and beauty I hear the applause I perform and do my best Sometimes I fail I don't give up For I am a dancer I am brave and strong I dance not for fame and glory But for how I feel inside I am happiness,joy,love & excitment Strife, talent, joy, Determination and beauty I am a dancer |
"The Performance"
The spotlight brightens The music begins I'm up on my toes as I twirl and spin I jump and I leap From one side to another feeling just the music never any other. I raise up in pointe then down in plie performing what i've practiced for so long every day. To dance is my dream, I can't let it die for when I do dance I feel I can fly The world can disapear My troubles can cease For just one moment I am truly at peace. |
The rest period is over, the music grinds up again, the torture of the limbs begins once more, and in these tableaux where the figures are often cut by the frame, as in certain Japanese images, the exercises accelerate, the legs are raised in step, the hands clutch the rail running around the walls of the room, while the points frantically beat the floor and the lips smile automatically. The illusion becomes so complete when the eye fixes on these leaping girls that all of them come alive and gasp for breath, and the cries of the dancing mistress can almost be heard, piercing the sharp uproar of the room; 'Heels forward, hips in, wrists up, cassez-vous!' and at this last command the great developpe takes place, the foot raised, carrying with it the froth of skirts, then coming to rest, uneasily, on the highest rail.
-J.-K. Huysmans, L'Art Moderne, 1883
| "Living Tools" The dancer's shoes lay alone, Arms wrapped around their bodies in a deep sleep, That fell upon them like a heavy cloak. Yet still there is a rigidty, That remains poised and ready for action Waiting for the master's hand To prick them from their resting spot, Their pale pink flesh seems to move, For the spirit can always be seen, By those aware to the art. And when lovingly they are taken, Molded to a delicate foot to become one Strengthened being, they retain that spirit Awakened, they stretch and groan, Announcing their prescence with joy. This is what they live for, With the strength of a bodybuilder, These muscle-men disguised as princesses, Bear the load, jumping and spinning, Until once again they return to slumber, Arms wrapped around tightly, Savoring the spirit of it all. |
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"Eyes Upon A Dance Teacher"
There are little eyes upon you And they're watching night and day. There are little ears that quickly Take in every word you say. There are little hands all eager To do anything you do; And a little girl who's dreaming Of the day she'll be like you. You're the little girl's idol, You're the wisest of the wise. In her little mind about you No suspicions ever rise. She believes in you devoutly, Holds all you say and do; She will say and do in your way When she's all grown up like you. There's a wide eyed little girl Who believes you're always right; And her eyes are always opened, And she watches day and night. You are setting an example Every day in all you do, For the little girl who's waiting To grow up to be like you. |
As if I am reaching for the stars,
outstretched arms, open and inviting.
Gentle smiles tell stories of lives and love,
the movements so enticing.
Smooth steps and turns, arms precise.
What a feeling, all those eyes and brightly colored lights.
I watch from the crowd and I see from the stage,
I yearn for the day when I can dance with such grace.
For now I simply practice and hope the curtain will raise,
And pour my heart out when dancing
and hope the music never dies.
by Cindijo Betrand
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Ballet is beauy in the making... Line of sight...do you know what it means? What do you think of Sylvie Guillem? Pointe shoes,..yes I know it's painful for some, but must surely make you feel like an angel...on a cloud. Angels must dreams of ballerinas...don't you think? by Alan Lukawenko |
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"DANCE LITTLE GIRL" Dance little girl to the tune in your heart And the smiles of your mother and dad, And your friends looking on- Who are thrilled with the song That bubbles from someone glad. Dance little girl- little boy standing by Is shy- and wants to be bold. Take his hand little girl- Understand little girl, The treasures more precious than gold. Dance little girl- for all in this world, Dance wherever you go. Lift your head little boy- Never dread little boy- Dance - and on with the show. by C. Beale Fletcher |  |
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"Just to Dance" |
by: Linda Staten Just to dance-- just to let the music take you in a way that seems to make you feel suspended everytime you leave the floor... Just to soar-- in a moment free and aerial to rise magically ethereal, like an angel in a gossamery swirl... Just to whirl-- and to nimbly pirouette into a twirling silhouette, high on pointe, with muscles taut down to your toes...
Just to pose-- | with body sculpted, statuesque, to excute an arabesque, and with fragile, artful grace sustain your stance... Just to prance-- to step in flawless syncopation with the corps in tight formation, marking time with every heartbeat, every turn... Just to yearn-- to be poetry in motion, and, with disciplined devotion, to create a thing of beauty and romance... Just to dance! |
"A Dancer's Prayer"
Dear angel, Ever at my side
Be there today, my feet to guide.
Help me dance high, and light, and free,
So everyone will be proud of me.
May the judges be fair and the stages be spacious.
In winning and losing let me be gracious,
So that every dance I'll remember with pride.
And angel, please keep my shoelaces tied.
