Perfection, Life, Death

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When Rudolf, leaping, pulled his arms wide, right,
High, it was like last week in heaven, gold
Of ramparts, golden pavements, gemmed and bright
Foundations. Then he brought his arms to fold
For future leaps, for future heavens, grand,
More grand than ever, heaven as it should
Forever be. His body could command
Strong grace in heights. This truth was understood
In every Grand jeté launch. Belovèd John
In dreams pretended he had seen the New
Jerusalem, yet actually the brawn
Of Nureyev gave much the clearer view.
The dancer left his lovely plans to save