The Dance
by William Carlos Williams
Try to say it without speeding up.
In Breughel’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 wash they impound)
their hips and 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, prance as they dance
in Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess.
An unusual puzzle.
(Personally, I’m going for the photoshop editing - You just know that those Renniie painters re-did “all” their first drafts several times, did a spell-check (for witches and whatevers) and then submitted their final version.
Besides, that font of telescope didn’t exist until Paintshop Pro Ver 1491.