Last Day.- 9 Isadora Duncan

LAST DAY
ISADORA DUNCAN

THE COMING OF SUMMER

AND 'NICE'° FULL OF BLOOMS . °Nice (France)

A WONDERFUL DAY!

BUTTERFLIES IN HER ROOM.

SHE'S WRAPPED IN A SCARF

PAINTED SILK, LUXURY.

LOOKS HERSELF IN A MIRROR.

PRIDE, CONCEIT, VANITY.

SO SHE LIKES WHAT SHE SEES,

AND REMEMBERS THE DAYS

WHEN DANCING WAS HER PRIDE.

ALLURING BODY SWAYS,

GAUZE DRESSES, BARE FEET,

ARMS OUTSTRETCHED TO THE SOUND

OF THE MUSIC THAT REACHED

TO HER SOUL, SO PROFOUND.

WITH A GLANCE AT THE THINGS

SHE IS LEAVING BEHIND,

SHE WALKS OUT OF HER ROOM,

DOWN THE STAIRS TO FIND

HER NEW LOVER AWAITING,

AT THE WHEEL OF HIS CAR.

ALL SMILING SHE APPROACHES

WITH HER WONDERFUL SCARF.

'OH! I'M OFF TO FIND LOVE ! '

SHE WAVES BACK TO HER FRIENDS.

'DON'T WAIT FOR ME ! I'M GONE,

AND WHO KNOWS WHEN AGAIN

I WILL GREET YOU !' SHE OPENS

THE DOOR AND SLIPS IN.

WITH A WAVE OF HER HAND

SHE PARTS. LUST WITHIN...

SUMMER BREEZE, LASTING LOVE,

AND THE SMILE ON HER FACE...

COULD SHE IMAGINE THAT THIS,

WAS HER LAST WORLDLY GRACE ?