She appeared to me quite heavensent,
As she danced a divertissement
Without a plot or true intent,
Full of grace she caught my eye.
Furiously she turned in a fouett�,
On pointe she did a pirouette.
Her jet� I never will forget,
As I watched her by and by.
In a Port de Bras, her arms did pose,
More poetic then romantic prose.
With but one saut� she quickly rose,
Her momentum took her high.
The Danseur Noble enters from the right,
A cabriole completed at loftily heights.
Their Pas de Deux, was sheer delight
Encore! The gathered masses cry.
Brian Bressler � 2006