Photo: Amber Scott by Justin Ridler
Drest in a silken robe of white,
That shadowy in the moonlight shone:
The neck that made that white robe wan,
Her stately neck, and arms were bare;
Her blue-veined feet unsandl’d were,
And wildly glittered here and there
The gems entangled in her hair.
I guess, ’twas frightful there to see
A lady so richly clad as she—
--From “Christabel” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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To help celebrate The Australian Ballet’s launch of its stunning new 2015 season, A Year of Beauty, I’ve compiled my own ode to beauty. If you’d like to take part on Instagram, the hashtag #whatisbeauty will take you to all things ballet and beautiful.
Found here are some beautiful images coupled with some beautiful words...
Full disclosure: I do write for The Australian Ballet, and although I’m biased, I am totally besotted with the 2015 season. It is worthy of a million blog posts. So enjoy!
Photo: Juliet Burnett and Adam Bull by Georges Antoni
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
--From “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron (George Gordon)
The Sleeping Beauty
Photo: Lana Jones by Georges Antoni
She sleeps: her breathings are not heard
In palace chambers far apart.
The fragrant tresses are not stirred
That lie upon her charmèd heart.
She sleeps; on either hand upswells
The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells
A perfect form in perfect rest.
--From “The Sleeping Beauty” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Photo: Chengwu Guo and Madeleine Eastoe by Georges Antoni
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
--From “La Belle Dame sans Merci” by John Keats
Photo: Andrew Killian by Justin Ridler
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
--From “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats
Photo: Amber Scott by Lynette Wills
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
--From Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
Photo: Amber Scott and Adam Bull by Liz Ham
I love thee, mournful, sober-suited Night!
When the faint moon, yet lingering in her wane.
And veil’d in clouds, with pale uncertain light
Hangs o’er the waters of the restless main.
--From “To Night” by Charlotte Smith
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All images are used here with permission from The Australian Ballet. Please seek permission if you’d like to re-blog.