Fugue in Blue
Loss and love in a dream state
I hear the music And as our souls Twirl, spin, negotiate Each turn I saw them dance Their figures Blurred blue Loving, swirling, Sometimes fused Ah! the longing Do souls ache? Pillowed sweetly in Repose, feebly laid As the lute whines The nascent dawn Clasps us to her breast Then, I awaken Feel the weight Of you there, Hear your Sleep-stained breaths
The famous Edgar Degas painting in pastel, Blue Dancers, c.1899, of four ballerinas practicing inspired this poem.
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