She Of The Dancing Feet Sings Poem by Countee Cullen
She Of The Dancing Feet Sings
And what would I do in heaven pray,
Me with my dancing feet?
And limbs like apple boughs that sway
When the gusty rain winds beat.
And how would I thrive in a perfect place
Where dancing would be a sin,
With not a man to love my face,
Nor an arm to hold me in?
The seraphs and the cherubim
Would be too proud to bend,
To sing the faery tunes that brim
My heart from end to end.
The wistful angels down in hell
Will smile to see my face,
And understand, because they fell
From that all-perfect place.
She of the Dancing Feet Sings by Countee Cullen. This poem states that a negro women lives in a place where dancing is not permitted, and other people don't like that place at all. She lives there because is makes her feel like she's at home.
The seraphs and the cherubim Would be too proud to bend, To sing the faery tunes that brim My heart from end to end. wonderful images. tony
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The wistful angels down in Will smile to see my face, And understand, because they fell From that all-perfect place. a very fine poem. tony