Poem by Jean-Michel A. Hatton
the danseuse (Degas). She whirls! the ballerina, alight & thin as a bird's song disrobed from its sound. The ballerina, she twirls the air around her fingers in ribbons of [...]
the danseuse (Degas). She whirls! the ballerina, alight & thin as a bird's song disrobed from its sound. The ballerina, she twirls the air around her fingers in ribbons of [...]
A Martian Visits the MFA Boston- After Humanity Degas’ Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer still stands. Her shoulders, caked in layers of dust, molded as though they were made to quiver, but [...]