LAST DAY
ISADORA DUNCAN
THE COMING OF SUMMER
AND 'NICE'° FULL OF BLOOMS . °Nice (France)
A WONDERFUL DAY!
BUTTERFLIES IN HER ROOM.
SHE'S WRAPPED IN A SCARF
PAINTED SILK, LUXURY.
LOOKS HERSELF IN A MIRROR.
PRIDE, CONCEIT, VANITY.
SO SHE LIKES WHAT SHE SEES,
AND REMEMBERS THE DAYS
WHEN DANCING WAS HER PRIDE.
ALLURING BODY SWAYS,
GAUZE DRESSES, BARE FEET,
ARMS OUTSTRETCHED TO THE SOUND
OF THE MUSIC THAT REACHED
TO HER SOUL, SO PROFOUND.
WITH A GLANCE AT THE THINGS
SHE IS LEAVING BEHIND,
SHE WALKS OUT OF HER ROOM,
DOWN THE STAIRS TO FIND
HER NEW LOVER AWAITING,
AT THE WHEEL OF HIS CAR.
ALL SMILING SHE APPROACHES
WITH HER WONDERFUL SCARF.
'OH! I'M OFF TO FIND LOVE ! '
SHE WAVES BACK TO HER FRIENDS.
'DON'T WAIT FOR ME ! I'M GONE,
AND WHO KNOWS WHEN AGAIN
I WILL GREET YOU !' SHE OPENS
THE DOOR AND SLIPS IN.
WITH A WAVE OF HER HAND
SHE PARTS. LUST WITHIN...
SUMMER BREEZE, LASTING LOVE,
AND THE SMILE ON HER FACE...
COULD SHE IMAGINE THAT THIS,
WAS HER LAST WORLDLY GRACE ?
