She wandered to him
through a crowd of thousands
before an outdoor concert by the Grateful Dead.
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
That we descant and yet again descant
Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:
Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young
We loved each other and were ignorant.
It’s the old dancers that fascinate me.
Training everyday as the body resists,
The spirit lifts them into clarity.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky…
Michael Simms: A True Story of How I Almost Became a Rock and Roll God (with special appearance by Iron Butterfly)
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