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The wind?
I am the wind.
The sea and the moon?
I am the sea and the moon.
Tears, pain, love, bird-flights?
I am all of them.
I dance what I am.
Sin, prayer, flight, the light that never was on land or sea?
I dance what I am.
--
Carl Sandburg, in "Isadora Duncan", in Breathing Tokens (1978), p. 60

 

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