The Dancers Inherit the Party Poem by Ian Hamilton Finlay
The Dancers Inherit the Party
When I have talked for an hour I feel lousy -
Not so when I have danced for an hour:
The dancers inherit the party
While the talkers wear themselves out and
sit in corners alone, and glower.
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but there are also those who dance in their talking, their party is intermittent but picks up where it left off.