when I take your hand and lead you onto the dance floor, we cross the threshold from the routine world to the realm of music, art, and song. We enter the realm of rhythm, elegance, glamour, and poetry.In this poem, Robert Burns looks on in rapture as a woman "leads the dance." Maria was once no doubt a real woman: now she appears before us as a living vision. She could be Terpsichore, Muse of music and dance, or the heavenly Venus herself.
from Christopher Nield: The Epoch Times: The Antidote--Classic Poetry for Modern Life: A Reading of 'On Maria Dancing' by Robert Burns
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