The Dance
William Carlos Williams when the snow falls the flakes spin upon the long axis that concerns them mostly intimately two and two to make a dance
the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand, your lover follows there are always two,
yourself and the other, the point of your shoe setting the pace, if you break away and run the dance is over
Breathlessly you will take another partner better or worse who will keep at your side, at your stops
whirls and glides until he too leaves off on his way down as if there were another direction
gayer, more carefree spinning face to face but always down with each other secure only in each other's arms
but only the dance is sure! make it your own. Who can tell what is to come of it?
in the woods of your own nature whatever twig interposes, and bare twigs have an actuality of their own
this flurry of the storm that holds us, plays with us and discards us dancing, dancing as may be credible.