The man in motley-Bill K. Boydstun
dances there
up and down a tilted stair,
lightly.
He does not show
us where
(unless it is the stair)
nor why, but only how to go.
He dances lightly there,
first up, then down;
he dances in the air,
he dances on the ground.
His grace is learned,
his smile a powdered face:
he turns to counterturn,
to dance in place.
Is it enought to follow
a dancer in the air,
a motley man on a tilted stair,
no matter how he goes?
The man in motley
dances there
up and down a tilted stair,
lightly.
The Man in Motley is reprinted here with the permission of its author. The poem originally appeared in First Harvest.
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