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Now the Sojourner performs: Now the Sojourner performs and there is an inner whirlwind in pace with the breathless movements that suggest freedom and unleashed joy. The short, staccato lines, beginning as a whispering flutter, soon pulse with empowerment: a triumph over fear, physical pain and heartbreak.   "Unbodied, insane!" you fly to the summit of who you truly are.   What a trip! Love this amazing series.   

A brilliantly conceived,: A brilliantly conceived, artfully penned character study of carefully concealed pain.   You did a superb job of transferring the experience to the reader: Don't we all, at times, "dance,/ though weeping" in our everyday, human performance?   Particularly profound was "the stillness between the weeping and dancing" where the Sojourner becomes the audience and the world becomes a frantic, fleeting stage play.   You leave much open to interpretation with an ingenious economy of words, and that is, to me, the gold standard of art.     Stunned and applauding.   

powerful, moving and strong.: powerful, moving and strong. a lot of people need to read these words and learn from them. good job

I have rather belatedly: I have rather belatedly learned of the darker side of this celebrated historical public figure. So much had been glossed over in our history textbooks that we elevated causes and men that a deeper look would show us otherwise.

Thank you.  Those words will: Thank you.  Those words will keep the sequence going, for sure.  To me, for this particular sequence, it is more important for it to serve the readers to whom and for whom it is intended than to state anecdotes from my autobiography or imagination.

Anazon has, or used to have,: Anazon has, or used to have, it; but I have never found it on the internet.

This latest entry in the: This latest entry in the Sojourner series accelerates right before our eyes, as the lines shorten and speaker's description of the process takes us to the conclusion; and the process has been so satisfying to the Sojourner, that the Sojourner has forgotten that someone significant (a Beloved?---I would like to think so) is actually absent. Decades ago, the French Poet, Paul Valery, wrote a couple of Socratic Dialogues that, when published in this country, carried a Preface by Wallace Stevens.  One of the dialogues is about a dancing girl, Athikte, and how her accelerating dance takes possession both of her body and of the philosophers, including Socrates, who then construct their dialogue around her performance.  This poem reminded me of that Dialogue very much.   Admittedly, I cannot read the original French text and have to rely only upon Stevens' excerpts from, and description of, it; but I what I do know of the Dialogue was brought to mind by your magnificent poem; and it is always a great thing when one poem converses with another in the reader's mind.  Bravo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!