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Basket Dance

Dance!

Dance!

The priest is yellow with sunflower meal,

He is yellow with corn-meal,

He is yellow as the sun.

Dance!

Dance!

His little bells are ringing,

The bells tinkle like sunlight,

The sun is rising.

Dance!

Dance!

Perhaps I will throw you a basket,

Perhaps I will throw you my heart.

Lift the baskets, dancing,

Lower the baskets, dancing,

We have raised fruits,

Now we dance.

Our shadows are long,

The sunlight is bright between our shadows.

Do you want my basket?

Catch it!

Catch it!

But you cannot catch me,

I am more difficult.

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Amy Lowell

Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which was promoting a return to classical valu…
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