VAULTING OFF THE SHADOW:
A PAS DE DEUX
(After the Doves, a
Sculpted Dance
by Richard MacDonald)*
1. The Doves
Hold
me now in flight, you must not fall, hold my wings
Wrap
your body around me; it is there to keep me warm.How far can we go? Shall we try for branches of the sun?
No, let us fly to the sun itself, we need this burning fire.
Why
feel coy in my grasp, I have you deep in my grip,
Even
if you tried, you cannot escape smouldering ardorImpaling you to my breast. It beats easier, harder for us,
Whence come the magic of loving when love has gone.
2. The Dance
Was that his pas de chat to
snatch her from disaster?
Quickly now, urgently now, hold the hapless Dame
As would a cat curl on the legs of its Master,
Dream now of a demure pas de bourree of fame,
While dreams still enthrall, while the dancing
Is still your language of love, of boundless courage,
While the arguments of your young body moving
To the beats of passion are still the true language
Of the good, the honest, and the beautiful:
Until then, mon amour, these decrepit hands cannot
Stop the deluge of fear, of hurt, and of the frightful
That would drown us all, before our windows are shut.
Quickly now, urgently now, hold the hapless Dame
As would a cat curl on the legs of its Master,
Dream now of a demure pas de bourree of fame,
While dreams still enthrall, while the dancing
Is still your language of love, of boundless courage,
While the arguments of your young body moving
To the beats of passion are still the true language
Of the good, the honest, and the beautiful:
Until then, mon amour, these decrepit hands cannot
Stop the deluge of fear, of hurt, and of the frightful
That would drown us all, before our windows are shut.
---ALBERT
B. CASUGA
At Crystals, The Strip 04-01-14
*Doves is a sculpture inspired by “Swan Lake”, exhibited at the
Crystals as The Art of Richard MacDonald, is recreated for the central figures
in The Grand Coda, a monument to
celebrate Dame Ninette de Valois, founder of The Royal Ballet in London.
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