“The Dancer” by Arthur Davison Ficke

"The Dancer"

They were godly people, all of them,

With whom I dined

in the café that night—

Substantial citizens

With their virtuous wives

And a stray daughter or two . . .

And when I spoke my admiration of your dancing,—

You, the little half-clothed painted cabaret performer

Who was pirouetting before us,—

I received a curious answer.—

It was only as the absurd voicing

Of a preposterous fancy

That one of the virtuous wives said to me—

"Why don't you go over and dance with her your-



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Arthur Davison Ficke's poem "The Dancer" was published in the 1916 Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below: