Young Dancer

'Dance, winged hussy, on the earthy bed;

Love that alone, a dancer of life,

Your slender arm in its chosen place

Balancing, holding your weight in flight.

Taglioni, come, princess of Arcady,

Come nymphs, graces, O other minds,

Exalt and fashion, approving my choice;

This new little being with impudent face.

If Montmartre has given its spirit and past,

Roxanne her nose, and China her eyes,

Ariel, attentive, has given this child

HELEN BURLIN

Her dance, light with day, her steps nimble with night;

May she for my pleasure aware of her savor

Behind gilded wall keep the blood of her streets.

HELEN BuRLIN