in a dance of heart-stopping
grace,
her every lithesome move
the definition
of movement itself.
Her leaps and pirouettes
would stun the Kirov's
stars, but none will
ever sit in jealous awe
as she performs.
Her theatre is closed to all
and she would sooner
burn it down
than let a coarse and barbarous world
be blessed by her tender power.
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