"Because
I Dance"
Becuase I dance doesn't
mean that I am weak.
It doesn't mean that
my "sport" is unimportant.
Because we (dancers)
use tights and pink tutus.
Becuase we're dancers
we sweat, and we work.
Because we're dancers
simply means one thing;
We work until we simply
cannot work anymore.
We work until our feet
bleed, and our muscles are torn.
True athletes work
until they simply cannot anymore,
And that is what dancing
is all about.
by Sarah Forney
"Dancers"
I
am a dancer I twirl, leap and spin I jump, piorette,
and tap
I am a dancer
I feel pain and fear I feel defeat and failure
Yet I keep going
I smile, I practice, I perform
I feel happiness
and joy I have grace and beauty
I hear the applause
I perform and do my best
Sometimes I
fail I don't give up
For I am a dancer
I am brave and strong
I dance not for
fame and glory But for how I feel inside
I am happiness,joy,
love & excitment
Strife, talent,
joy, Determination and beauty
I am a dancer
"The
Performance"
The
spotlight brightens The music begins I'm up on my toes
as
I twirl and spin I
jump and I leap From one side to another
feeling just the music
never any other.
I raise up in
pointe then down in plie
performing what i've
practiced
for so long every day.
To dance is my
dream, I can't let it die
for when I do
dance I feel I can fly
The world can
disapear My troubles can cease
For just one moment I am truly at peace.
The rest period is over,
the music grinds up again, the torture of the limbs begins once more, and
in these tableaux where the figures are often
cut by the frame, as
incertain Japanese images, the exercises accelerate, the legs are raised
in step, the hands clutch the rail running around the walls of the room,
while the points frantically beat the floor and the lips
smile automatically.The
illusion becomes so complete when the eye fixes on these leaping girls
that all of them come alive andgasp for breath, and the cries of
the dancing mistress can almost be heard, piercing the sharp uproar of
the room; 'Heels forward, hips in, wrists up, cassez-vous!' and at this
last command the great developpe takes place, the foot raised, carrying
with it the froth of skirts, then coming to rest, uneasily, on the highest
rail.
-J.-K. Huysmans,
L'Art Moderne, 1883
"Living
Tools"
The
dancer's shoes lay alone,
Arms wrapped
around their bodies in a deep sleep,
That fell upon
them like a heavy cloak.
Yet still there
is a rigidty,
That remains
poised and ready for action
Waiting for the
master's hand
To prick them
from their resting spot,
Their pale pink
flesh seems to move,
For the spirit
can always be seen,
By those aware
to the art.
And when lovingly
they are taken,
Molded to a delicate
foot to become one
Strengthened
being, they retain that spirit
Awakened, they
stretch and groan,
Announcing their
prescence with joy.
This is what
they live for,
With the strength
of a bodybuilder,
These muscle-men
disguised as princesses,
Bear the load,
jumping and spinning,
Until once again
they return to slumber,
Arms wrapped
around tightly, Savoring the spirit of it all.
"Eyes
Upon A Dance Teacher"
There
are little eyes upon you And they're watching night and day.
There are little
ears that quickly Take in every word you say.
There are little hands all eager To do anything you do;
And a little girl who's dreaming Of the day she'll be like you.
You're the little girl's idol, You're the wisest of the wise.
In her little mind
about you No suspicions ever rise.
She believes
in you devoutly,
Holds all you
say and do; She will say and do in your way
When she's
all grown up like you.
There's a wide eyed little girl
Who believes you're
always right;
And her eyes are always opened,
And she watches day
and night.
You are setting an
example Every day in all you do,
For the little girl who's waiting To grow up to be like you.
As if I am reaching
for the stars, outstretched arms, open and inviting.
Gentle smiles tell
stories of lives and love, the movements so enticing.
Smooth steps
and turns, arms precise.
What a feeling, all
those eyes and brightly colored lights.
I watch from
the crowd and I see from the stage,
I yearn for the
day when I can dance with such grace.
For now I simply practice
and hope the curtain will raise,
And pour my heart
out when dancingand hope the music never dies.
by Cindijo
Betrand
Ballet is beauy in the
making... Line of sight...do you know what it means?
What do you think of
Sylvie Guillem? Pointe shoes,..yes I know it's painful for some, but must
surely make you feel like an angel...on a cloud. Angels must dreams of
ballerinas...don't you think?
by Alan Lukawenko
"DANCE
LITTLE GIRL"
Dance little girl to the tune in your heart And the smiles of your
mother and dad, And your friends looking on- Who are thrilled with
the song
That bubbles from someome
glad. Dance little girl- little boy standing by Is shy- and wants
to be bold. Take his hand little girl- Understand little girl,
The treasures more
precious than gold. Dance little girl- for all in this world,
Dance wherever you
go. Lift your head little boy-Never dread little boy-
Dance - and on with
the show.
by C. Beale Fletcher