Zalka Peetruza





(_Who Was Christened Lucy Jane_)



She danced, near nude, to tom-tom beat,

With swaying arms and flying feet,

'Mid swirling spangles, gauze and lace,

Her all was dancing--save her face.



A conscience, dumb to brooding fears,

Companioned hearing deaf to cheers;

A body, marshalled by the will,

Kept dancing while a heart stood still:



And eyes obsessed with vacant stare,

Looked over heads to empty air,

As though they sought to find therein

Redemption for a maiden sin.



'Twas thus, amid force driven grace,

We found the lost look on her face;

And then, to us, did it occur

That, though we saw--we saw not her.





Yorktown Ben Jonson, 1615 facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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