“Labour is blossoming or dancing where the body is not bruised to pleasure soul. Nor beauty born out of its own despair, nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, how can we know the dancer from the dance?”
Among School Children William Butler Yeats
More pages under construction will feature the Pittsburgh dancers behind the performance…
