AT THE VALENTINE DANCE<\/p>\n
Where did you go, little girl,
\nin this old woman\u2019s face?
\nWhere did time lead with its roads?
\nYou are so thin and frail.
\nLike a reed.
\nLike a flower touched by frost.
\nWhere is your seed unfolding?
\nWhere is spring hidden?
\nWhere is the dawn of final summer?<\/p>\n
You clap your hands to the music
\nof the dance.
\nYour face is lined like an etching.
\nDancing, I reached to your hand,
\nwoman so small, so shy.
\nWho will dance with me
\nher eyes asking?
\nAnd I told her with my own,
\nI want this dance with a girl dancing,
\nmost beautiful, to dance with me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
AT THE VALENTINE DANCE Where did you go, little girl, in this old woman\u2019s face? Where did time lead with its roads? You are so…<\/p>\n