Stokowski was not deaf, nor Disney blind, when they set music to image so sublime in the forest Fantasia….
And fitting it seems,
That my first step into this surrealistic scene
Invokes the lust imbibed by the Rites of Spring
As sacrificial young maidens circle in the reverie of the Khovorod;
On the stage of Théâtre des Champs-Élysées
Where I succumb to the ritualistic Danse de la terre
As bark and limbs blush all about me;
With the euphoria of Trentepohlia Aurea
For I kneel in the dappled shadows of an ancient Cypress Grove
And feel the rhapsodic agony of contorted branches eerily betrothed
Where intermittent rays rappel and pierce the canopy
Tagging the forest floor with a dense spiritual light
As if bestowed by the sanctified scepter of a Carmelite sprite
Igniting the all of Allan's Grove ablaze
In an alchemist haze of Culprite and Copper
While the psalms and spells of the silent Sisters echo gently through the forest
And the seminal curves of the Cypress limbs before me:
Interweave wild in sensual silhouettes
Summoning my spirits restless soul;
In the midst of Diaghilev's Russian ballet,
During the full-blooms of Paris in May