Sunday, January 11, 2009

Poem: Myself (please comment)

Today I am
the sacred peaks,
the melting snow,
a sparkling stream
at which you kneel and drink.
I am the breathing forest
and the empty corrie.
Touch me,
like clouds
touch the mountains.
Dance with me,
like wind whips
waves to rise
in mountain peaks.
Intone your poems
on the wind
that silences the waves
in pure and endless dance.



Anonymous Virgilio Gavia said...

Waltzing with mother nature, John.

4:05 am  
Anonymous John Pendrey said...

Thanks for reading and commenting.

I have failed, at least with you, to get my meaning across.
I loath the idea and phrase, 'mother nature' and waltzing isn't the kind of dance I had in mind.

It was you who reintroduced me to John O'Donohue. 'Divine Beauty' pg 122 talks about the wild and primal sean-nós dance of Ireland. 'It is free dancing where the whole body moves to the desire of the music.' That's a wild dance I'd share in my wild landscape (myself) with a wild companion (yourself).

Here's an example of sean-nós dancing. I'd prefer something even freer.

If anyone is interested in sean-nós dance:

"American audience may be familiar with Tap and clogging. Sean-nós dance is similar to these American forms of dance. It is the oldest form of Irish dance and most likely the form that the American traditions draw their roots.
Sean-nós, literally meaning old style, is a highly improvisational, low to the ground, rhythmic dance form in which the dancer is free to interpret the music. The dancer is the visual/ percussive expression of the musical tradition and musician and dancer are in conversation. Using hips and arms, the dancer beats rhythmic steps that are closely linked to the music and musician.

11:05 am  

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