It starts with a dancer (creator of art) and moves through creating something - the feelings ("be happy again") and the act ("why I pick the tact / from the floor, why I / finger it like a shell."). It ends with the knowing fact that art (like life) keeps on.
Maybe it's the future of creativity? Your creative spark is not lost (you may have hit a patch of writers' block), but it is a constant presence. If it seems lost, it's not. It is only trailing a little bit behind ("you / can hear it all coming").
Favorite line: "As grass is covered / with grass that's mown"
As grass is covered
with grass that’s mown,a
with grass that’s mown,a
why I pick the tack
from the floor, why I
finger it like a shell. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23409#sthash.iZDKZ38C.dpuf
from the floor, why I
finger it like a shell. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23409#sthash.iZDKZ38C.dpuf
why I pick the tack
from the floor, why I
finger it like a shell. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23409#sthash.iZDKZ38C.dpuf
from the floor, why I
finger it like a shell. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23409#sthash.iZDKZ38C.dpuf
