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POETRY

For text in this class, you should use something that is versatile like the sonnets or poetry. Below are examples of poems we typically use in class. Choose one that speaks to you (here or elsewhere), get it off book & use it for moments that call for text to see the difference in your body & intuitive thoughts!

Love After Love 

by Derek Walcott


The time will come when, with elation, 

you will greet yourself arriving 

at your own door, 

in your own mirror, 

and each will smile at the other's welcome, 

And say, sit here. 

Eat. 

You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine. Give bread. 

Give back your heart to itself, 

to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, 

whom you ignored for another, 

who knows you by heart. 

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. 

Sit. 

Feast on your life. 



Caged Bird

by Maya Angelou


A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind   

and floats downstream   

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and   

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.


Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver 


You do not have to be good. 

You do not have to walk on your knees 

For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. 

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. 

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. 

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain 

are moving across the landscapes, 

over the prairies and the deep trees, 

the mountains and the rivers. 

Meanwhile the wild geese, 

high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. 

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, 

harsh and exciting – over and over 

announcing your place 

in the family of things. 


Stream of Life

By Rabindranath

Tagore


The same stream of life that runs through my veins runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measure.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless blades of grass, and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean cradle of birth and death, in ebb and in flow.

My limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life; and my pride is from the life throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

 

Always We Hope

By Lao Tzu


 Always we hope someone else has the answer. 

Some other place will be better, 

some other time it will all turn out. 

This is it. 

no one else has the answer. 

no other place will be better, and it has already turned out. 

At the center of your being you have the answer; 

you know who you are and you know what you want. 

There is no need to run outside for better seeing. 

Nor to peer from a window. 

Rather abide at the center of your being; 

for the more you leave it, the less you learn. 

Search your heart and see the way to do is to be.

The Gift

by Dawna Markova


I will not die an unlived life 

I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. 

I choose to inhabit my days, 

to allow my living to open me, 

to make me less afraid, 

more accessible, 

to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, 

a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance; 

to live so that which came to me as seed 

goes to the next as blossom

and that which came to me as blossom, 

goes on as fruit.




Invictus

By William Ernest Henley


Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.



THE JOURNEY

by David Whyte 


Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again 

painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. 

Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens 

so you can find the one line already written inside you. 

Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that 

small, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. 

Sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left when the fire has gone out 

someone has written something new in the ashes of your life. 

You are not leaving You are arriving

Harlem

by Langston Hughes


What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
       like a raisin in the sun?
       Or fester like a sore—
       And then run?
       Does it stink like rotten meat?
       Or crust and sugar over—
       like a syrupy sweet?

       Maybe it just sags
       like a heavy load.

       Or does it explode?

 

Lost

by David Wagner 


Stand still. 

The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost. 

Wherever you are is called here, 

and you must treat it as a powerful stranger, 

must ask permission to know it and be known. 

The forest breathes.

Listen.

It answers, I have made this place around you, if you leave it you may come back again, saying Here. 

No two trees are the same to Raven. 

No two branches are the same to Wren. 

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, 

you are surely lost. 

Stand still. 

The forest knows where you are. 

You must let it find you.   


Spotify Playlists:

Use these premade Playlists for any Bad Dancing you want to do! Press play randomly and let your intuition guide you!