Dancing with Poets by Ellen Bryant Voight "The accident" is what he calls the time he threw himself from a window four floors up, breaking his back and both ankles, so that walking became the direst labor for this man who takes my hand, invites me to the empty strip of floor that fronts the instruments, a length of polished wood the shape of a grave. Unsuited for this world-- his body bears the marks of it, his hand is tense with effort and with shame, and I shy away from any audience, but I......