Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Great Regulars: Remember those Degas paintings

of the ballet dancers? Here is a similar figure study, in muted color, but in this instance made of words, not pigment. As this poem by David Tucker closes, I can feel myself holding my breath as if to help the dancer hold her position.

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 063

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