“Dance is for dance,” - Balanchine said.
His dances became plotless.
"Music - expresses only itself" -
Stravinsky echoed also.
Yesterday when I immersed in verse
Of subtle Percy Shelley,
I put you in a nest on the rocks
Among the deep sea waving.
There, on a rock, the offshoots are green
Of Rhododendron branches,
And in the verse the connection lives
In never-fading crowns.
You feel while you are reading my verse
That you with me breath there?
Shelley is close to me, like you, small,
Verse - is for verse, my baby!
Dance is for dance, - Balanchine said
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