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Poezija: The Ballerina
An aged tree
struggles to grow free
from itself
its outer branches turned inward
twisting, turning
pushing in and up
then outward again
as it struggles
through life
throughout the years
a countless calendar
for all intents and purposes
an ode to our inhumanity
to Nature
if it could speak

The Prima Ballerina... Retires

structured steel
struggling to be free
of itself
countless cables of iron
twisting across, downward
around each other
then upward again
giant steel beams
pinnacle upwards
as if struggling
for life
a welded calendar
dedication of humanity
to science and entertainment
is what it seeks.

The Prima Ballerina... Is Born

You are the ballerina
The song of your dance
Takes wings
In my heart
It soars
It flies
Inside me
But you are the swan

Like a flowing verse
Is your rhythm
Your movements
Melt together
Like snowflakes
In the sunshine

Twirl me into a trance
Take all of me into your dance
No down
Your passion is poezija
You are the ballerina

~ theme: dance is poetry ~

C. Steven Blue

7-24-90 Through 8-17-90

Written in part, backstage, while I was working on the Bolshoi Ballet in 1990; during the final Bolshoi Ballet tour
performed in the U.S. at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles, California;
just before the U.S.S.R. split apart and the Bolshoi,
as we had known it all those years, disbanded.

This poem was written for, inspired by, and presented to:
Nina Ananiashvili, the Prima Ballerina of the 1990 tour.
She, in turn presented me with an autographed Russian Bolshoi hat with the inscription:
To Steven, the best poet in America... Nina Ananiashvili.

This poem was also written, in part, literally on a steel beam,
80 feet in the air,
while rigging the new 'fly-rail' system at the Shrine Auditorium,
just prior to the Bolshoi arriving for their tour dates.
The original writing still exists on the beam itself,
over the backstage grid of the theatre.
We finished this new flyrail system just in time
for the Bolshoi Ballet to show up for their performance run,
and they had to rehearse
while we were still fine-tuning the fly-rail system.
...And the shows went off without a flaw.

Themes in this poem also reflect;
an older Prima Ballerina retiring (the aging tree of life),
and a new Prima Ballerina entering the spotlight
(the steel beams of our newly built structure).

A Russian theatrical term for wishing good luck is... ''ni puha ni pera,''
which literally means ''neither down nor feathers''
or ''no feather, no down.''
It is their way of saying ''break a leg.''

*The photos here are actually photos of Nina Ananiashvili.

By C. Steven Blue

© 2014 C. Steven Blue (All rights reserved)


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