The Evening at Mariinsky Theatre
By William He
Brass band through the stormy shades of the wordly way,
Shadows reflect themselves in contorted passion here.
Violins draw wefts of sound,
Hearing the soulful strains of Leonora,
All that one knows and feels,
Shall pass like an unreal mystery then.
Descanting melancholy theme,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light,
Sheds on a lonely abbey,
The flame of life is so fickle and wan.
Praying with every breath,
In the chords of his escape there.
Gazing at the cavernous hole,
The force of destiny will never stop.
Staring at the sleeping beauty is also a temptation,
Whirling and dancing can not wake her up.
The dark leaves falling,
In the land of the fairies and the elves,
As she twirls and capers,
These delicate petals in fragile cast.
As an immaculate angel,
With her toe so elegantly executes pirouette,
Within the eyes of the devil,
He stirs sweet love to her surprise well.
Petipa in the leaping light,
Entranced by this nocturnal ballet,
Aurora caressing her eyes,
Her sights alternate between joy and grief.
Standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts,
La Bayadere's language where all language ends.
Rolling off the Arm,
She would trace with quaint design,
Tiptoes of light stream,
In that step as butterfly wings.
Nikiya solitary and desperate,
Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear.
While she glissades below,
Baptizing in symphonies once more.
Solor's toes are pivoting,
The dance is breathing of statues,
In the Kingdom of Shades,
Able to see what we never shall see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem