Carol Frith – Ⅰ
Cyclic Music: Roma Dancer
Move in and center on the line. Plié.
You’re moving from the hips, a tango or
a pas de Basque. Your dance is tangled play,
a mix of yellow steps. What are they for?
Second chances in this Roma song:
transparent mask of yellow gypsy sound,
a cyclic music that goes on too long.
You dance the roundelay, rondel and round
with someone in the background we can’t see,
a dying swan perhaps, some pas de deux—
Siegfried with Odile/Odette, these three
that Siegfried, dancing one-on-one, thinks two?
Oh, gypsy dancer with your flashing feet,
you strike white fire against a Roma beat.
Move in and center on the line. Plié.
You’re moving from the hips, a tango or
a pas de Basque. Your dance is tangled play,
a mix of yellow steps. What are they for?
Second chances in this Roma song:
transparent mask of yellow gypsy sound,
a cyclic music that goes on too long.
You dance the roundelay, rondel and round
with someone in the background we can’t see,
a dying swan perhaps, some pas de deux—
Siegfried with Odile/Odette, these three
that Siegfried, dancing one-on-one, thinks two?
Oh, gypsy dancer with your flashing feet,
you strike white fire against a Roma beat.
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