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All within the cincture of sound is holy ground, Auden tells us. All are brothers, none faceless.
It’s as good a description as any for a dance troupe. The music and dancers share the stage, and though the dance floor is neither ground nor holy it may sometimes feel like both. All dancers are brothers in a way, and sisters. And of course none of them are faceless, even if many of them are, sadly, replaceable.
Auden himself might as well have been faceless. Nobody cares what a poet looks like. All that matters is the poem, that tightly-knit cincture of sound, and the holy ground of the page.
It’s a thing poets and dancers have in common, a thing that makes them siblings of a sort. Evict them from their holy ground, excise the sound from their living flesh…and who are they then?
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