One more by-- not by Henry Reed this one
is by William Carlos Williams another one
that you may be familiar with called "The Dance."
And it's an unusual kind of poem, that's
why I've decided to read it.
"In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess,
the dancers go round, they go round and around, the squeal
and the blare and the tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles
tipping their bellies round as the thick-sided glasses
whose washed they impound their hips in their bellies
off balance to turn them.
Kicking and rolling about the fair grounds,
swinging their butts, those shanks
must be sound to bear up under such rollicking
measures, prances they dance in Brueghel's
great picture, The Kermess."