. . . to Suzanne Farrell on her birthday today, created by a 13 year-old girl in Russia named Tamara Pkhakadze.
Farrell was the greatest dancer I ever saw perform in person, greater even than Baryshnikov, and one of the great artists of our time.
With thanks to Toni Bentley, who wrote a profile for The New York Times of Pkhakadze, which you can read here.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
— Yeats
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“Spring Night, Greenwich Village”
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By F. Kalan for Tongue Of Treason, 1967:
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Night Rain