In lines and lakes we gather
beating many hearts as one
In rows and flocks we’d rather
spin a tale that’s nary done
Telling stories from the borders
strength in numbers never fails
Until the roles we hope to realize
doth a time and place avail
We hold the weight of dreams encumbered
by narration’s fateful choice
Which claims the bodies of the corps
to give the higher ranks a voice
As hindsight loves to reason
lives we solely choose to live
Time must past to understand
the value only we could give
Moving onwards to new journeys
rows and lines will start to bend
Corps de Ballet
spells the story of a bond that never ends.
Tonight’s performance marks the re-premiere of Swan Lake at Boston Ballet…As we embark upon this last flight of our season, I thought I’d dedicate this little corner chronicle to my sister Swans, whose unity, strength and resilience make every journey count.
let’s #flocktogether ladies.