"The Kiss of the Queen..." Choreographic project based on Gérard de Nerval Poem El Deschidado (1853) I am the man of gloom - widowed - unconsoled The prince of Aquitaine, his tower in ruin: My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute Bears the Black Sun of Melancholia. In the night of the tomb, you, my consolation, Give me back Posillipo and the Italian sea, The flower that so eased my heart's desolation, And the trellis that twines the rose into the vine. Am I Eros or Phoebus? Lusignan or Biron? My brow is still red with the kiss of the queen; I have dreamt in the grotto where the siren swims. . . And, twice victorious, I have crossed Acheron: My Orphic lyre in turn modulating the strains Of the sighs of the saint and the cries of the fay.
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