the performance of movement


The last time I saw Donald Armstrong

He was staggering oddly off into the sun,

Going down, off the Philippine Islands.

I let my shovel fall, and put that hand

Above my eyes, and moved some way to one side

That his body might pass through the sun,

And I saw how well he was not

Standing there on his hands,

On his spindle-shanked forearms balanced,

Unbalanced, with his big feet looming and waving

In the great, untrustworthy air

He flew in each night, when it darkened.

Dust fanned in scraped puffs from the earth

Between his arms, and blood turned his face inside out,

To demonstrate its suppleness

Of veins, as he perfected his role.

Next day, he toppled his head off

On an island beach to the south,

And the enemy’s two-handed sword

Did not fall from anyone’s hands

At that miraculous sight,

As the head rolled over upon

Its wide-eyed face, and fell

Into the inadequate grave

He had dug for himself, under pressure.

Yet I put my flat hand to my eyebrows

Months later, to see him again

In the sun, when I learned how he died,

And imagined him, there,

Come, judged, before his small captors,

Doing all his lean tricks to amaze them—

The back somersault, the kip-up—

And at last, the stand on his hands,

Perfect, with his feet together,

His head down, evenly breathing,

As the sun poured from the sea

And the headsman broke down

In a blaze of tears, in that light

Of the thin, long human frame

Upside down in its own strange joy,

And, if some other one had not told him,

Would have cut off the feet

Instead of the head,

And if Armstrong had not presently risen

In kingly, round-shouldered attendance,

And then knelt down in himself

Beside his hacked, glittering grave, having done

All things in this life that he could.

why I chose this poem

the reason why i choose this poem is because it relates to the performance of the movement of dance and how w create a story with our bodys and defining gravity and doing the impossible even when we fall down we get back up and keep on doing it until we get it down and create a art and story with the movement of dance.

People should dance more

its good for the body and keeps you very active and most of all its fun and sometimes it can help when you are going through some hard times and when you just need to express yourself.
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My poem

when i here the amazing sound of a beat

my passion for dancing starts with the movement of my feet

creating a movement of art

seeing other trying to do the same means i left a mark

feeling the beat waving through my soul

just let that beat of sound flow

i don't know about you but thats how i roll.