There are phrases which recur, as cadenzas to music heard in a dream. "Beautiful are the feet of the swallow, folded unseen past the mountain," or "Blessed are the feet of him who brings good tidings." They sing of a beauty that is part of this world yet apart from it, the transcendent in the transient. Beautiful, too, are the feet of a young figure skater, whose boots with their shining blades are as the toe shoes of a ballet dancer. How lightly she will skim the ice in lovely flight, without haste yet swift, become now the music of a waking dream. The startling, still unfamiliar brilliance will be given again, and given and given, that the darkness shall once more be confounded. And in her dance, those brief cadenzas will be heard once more, that hearts might be uplifted, even as her own heart has been.
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The Music Her Own
So it came to pass, the superb technique placed in service to the music, with the music not merely accompanying the performance, but given expression in it. Each movement and step was on the beat and along the musical line, and the concluding flourish came not a moment or two after the music had finished, as though there had been no real relationship between the program and the music, but on the last note.
Afterwards, at the press conference, she spoke with becoming gratitude for her skating having been accepted the year before, when she was an unknown, and for having been able to fight through to a good performance that evening, when those in the preceding competitions had as often been bad as good.
Tonight will be the free skate portion of the championship, with so many young ladies skating so well that such close proximity in the scoring cannot help but bring out the very best from each of them.
As for Polina’s long program, a few have written how lovely they’ve found it to be, with its lyric lightness, so different from those of the other skaters. Perhaps it touches them so for the story it tells. The music is taken from James Newton Howard’s score for the motion picture, “Peter Pan,” especially the “Fairy Dance” and “Tinkerbell” sequences. One might imagine a morning in Neverland, in that period between first light and sun rise, when the rest of the world is asleep. The tinkling bells and pipes suggest its magic, when things half seen reveal a world much vaster than we mortals know.
It is a time when the fairies come out. For this one, the garden is hers alone, with no Lost Boys, no Pirates or Indians to disturb her. She flits from flower to mushroom, moss and tree, spinning and leaping in the sheer joy of being in such a place of beauty. It is a dance which glorifies all that she loves.
There is one other whom she loves, her Peter Pan. In her dance, she touches again the path where he walked, the spot where he rested, the field where he played. It is absurd, for a fairy to be in love with a mortal, even such an enchanted boy as her Peter, but love has never recognized such boundaries. Against all reason, she hopes, and in hope at last she looks up to greet the sun and all that might be found under it.
For those who would want Polina to be as someone else, can they imagine some other piece that would better express the joy and innocence of a young woman in love with love and beauty? The experiences we all of us will find in the journey of our lives will deepen and even darken that appreciation. After all, we were not meant to live forever in this world. Here is its first light, however, when the colors are brightest and most fresh, as a girl becoming a woman would know best. Here is its music, sweet and poignant but not yet bitter.
The music she skates to this evening is her own. Let it take her further on in her journey.
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