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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Dancers

Richard Aldington

PALACE MUSIC HALL—(Les Sylphides)
To Nijinsky

THE LITTLE white lambs frisk

And flirt their woolen panties;

In meek and sleek sweet patterns

They group about their shepherd.

Hola!

An elegant shepherd!

He trips like a young princess;

He has curls like a real Madonna.

And there he goes prancing

And dancing, and entrancing

A little pastoral lady.

But perhaps he is really a Panisk,

Running through tall white flowers

After a white mademoiselle butterfly.

He does not do it for money

As they other here have done;

He likes to jump and feel his legs.

And after all I think he is a fairy prince,

And the dance means that he has lost his kingdom

But that he will marry a king’s daughter.