(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

The Dance

In Breughel's great picture, The Kermess,
the dancers go round, they go round and
around, the squeal and the blare and the
tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles
tipping their bellies, (round as the thick-
sided glasses whose wash they impound)
their hips and their bellies off balance
to turn them. Kicking and rolling about
the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those
shanks must be sound to bear up under such
rollicking measures, prance as they dance
in Breughel's great picture, The Kermess

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true follow the add as light in the day let the sunshine rise
that is awesome poem
Simply amazing touch in this poem...nice one
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oh my God....what a way to portray ones transient to the beyond
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