"Robert A Heinlein - Dance Session (poetry) v1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

DANCE SESSION

The squeegeed ice in the great dim hall
Was clean and blue and fit for the ball;
So the music sounded and the lights glared out
And the cruel steel blades went swirling about
In flight fantastic and fancy free,
In crisp, clean spins, with gutsy gleeЧ
Etching the ice with outre art,
While the cruel bright blades
sliced sharp in my heart

Out of the leaping rushing spate
A voice sang out for a three-lobed eight;
The Ice fauns paired with their elfin sprites
To start their intricate woven rites.
In complex, structured demonstration
They captured Art in one equation;
In sweet incredible enthymeme
They proved the logic of cold Moon beam.

Out form the pattern of Killian and Blues
Emerged the sprite whom the Ice Gods choose
To show us weary earth-bound creatures
The cool, sweet lines of BeautyТs features.
Rosy her long limbs, snow white were her gants,
Rime blue was her jerkin, and merry her glanceЧ
Hoyden her hair bow, among the gallants.
Ice fairy Virginia, First in the Dance!

(Oh, great was the shock of the sudden stop
When the music ceased and the patterns broke
And fairyland melted in cigarette smoke
In the warm dull light of a coffee shop!)


RAH, June 1946