Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes Blown by black players upon a picnic day. She sang and danced on gracefully and calm, The light gauze hanging loose about her form; To me she seemed a proudly-swaying palm Grown lovelier for passing through a storm. Upon her swarthy neck black shiny curls Luxuriant fell; and tossing coins in praise, The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls, Devoured her shape with eager, passionate gaze; But looking at her falsely-smiling face, I knew her self was not in that strange place.
- by Claude Mckay (1890 - 1948), "The Harlem Dancer" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "The Harlem Dancer", 2009 [medium voice and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anna Siemsen ; composed by Alexander Zemlinsky.
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