Nureyev Death Lament
By Mary Watts
My flowery blues; my blossom-filled ways—
Now, they form Russian brides’ bouquets?
Dudinskaia, you danced higher!
How your love has lessened mine!
Now, the only gleam, in my life,
Is a sparkling tad of wine.
White delphinium; blue delphinium—
Where is Mount Vernon, now?
In Moscow, in Moscow,
In Moscow, in Moscow—
Therefor the Volga’s bow!
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