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The gentility of classical ballet:
Rows of grapevines – ballerinas en pointe,
In seductive emerald tutus,
Wearing the black pearl sautoirs.
Vendemmia – Swan Lake at its best,
Dresses rippling in the Ora wind,
Dancers spinning in fouettés,
Sand is burning under their feet!
Their physicality, a spirit of a team,
Pagan ritual – to dance until you die,
While the sky is fading to a dusk,
Marzemino lauds to far afield “Bolshoi”.
