Joseph Cornell
The Ballerina and the Box Maker
- Cornell loved his Ballerina;
- She of Bravas, Bouquets, and exquisite scenes,
- She of bright lights and palaces in distant places.
- He of dusky towers in his meadows;
- Making her wonderful little things.
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- He made her miniatures in boxes:
- Swans and castles,
- Birds and clocks,
- Soldiers in the woods,
- Medichis, Cockatoos and Peacocks…
- And Stars, lots of stars, in his heart.
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- She, his ballerina, danced with the stars,
- In Defense d’ afficher, her fame needed none
- Like a swan, but free of one of his boxes,
- In Palaces like the ones he drew,
- But she went where only his heart could travel,
- To places his soul could fly, but his feet never knew.
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- He was a knight errant to his ballerina,
- Snipping pieces of her gown to take to his tournaments.
- Her feathers gave light to his urban solitude
- In a tower in a meadow in the Bronx.
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- He loved her from afar,
- And she, disappointed in love,
- Considered him a friend.
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- But for him, only to her,
- Did he save his hearts to send.
- And I suspect, she saved her final dance for him
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Posted by cholte at January 1, 2010 08:42 PM