The Lost Dancer in  General   

Spatial depths of being survive
The birth to death recurrences
Of feet dancing on earth of sand;
Vibrations of the dance survive
The sand; the sand, elect, survives
The dancer. He can find no source
Of magic adequate to bind
The sand upon his feet, his feet
Upon his dance, his dance upon
The diamond body of his being.

By Jean Toomer

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Other poems by Jean Toomer:

• A Certain Man
• A Portrait in Georgia
• Conversion
• Cotton Song
• Evening Song
• For M.W.
• Georgia Dusk
• Harvest Song
• Her Lips Are Copper Wire
• November Cotton Flower
• People
• Portrait in Georgia
• Reapers
• Song of the Son
• Tell Me
• The Lost Dancer
• Unsuspecting