326 <br /> <br />I cannot dance upon my Toes— <br />No Man instructed me— <br />But oftentimes, among my mind, <br />A Glee possesseth me, <br /> <br />That had I Ballet knowledge— <br />Would put itself abroad <br />In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe— <br />Or lay a Prima, mad, <br /> <br />And though I had no Gown of Gauze— <br />No Ringlet, to my Hair, <br />Nor hopped to Audiences—like Birds, <br />One Claw upon the Air, <br /> <br />Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls, <br />Nor rolled on wheels of snow <br />Till I was out of sight, in sound, <br />The House encore me so— <br /> <br />Nor any know I know the Art <br />I mention—easy—Here— <br />Nor any Placard boast me— <br />It's full as Opera—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cannot-dance-upon-my-toes/
