Poems by Themis

Lila

What is it matters, crazy one?

— The play of spirit in the universe,

the soul dancing its myriad dances

to the old remembered tune;

the joy-tinks dancers intersperse

among the stars, the heart's pursuit

within the maddened fancy's whirl

of One who dances opposite;

the spirit's singing ecstasy

in leaf and flower and powerful root,

in wind and sun and the limbs of a girl,

and leaping waves of the sea;

the beat, the eternal rhythmic beat

of pulsing blood, the swirl and sway,

the poise, the peace, the contemplation,

the miracle deep joy

of endless interplay.

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