Word: fauns
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...MARBLE FAUN AND A GREEN BOUGH by William Faulkner. 118 pages. Random House...
Great men sometimes have idiot children. Novelist William Faulkner, for instance, produced two volumes of verse. Republished under one cover after being out of print for several decades, they made an arrestingly gruesome twosome. The Marble Faun, written when Faulkner was 21, is a dollop of schoolboyish Shelley-shallying in which Pan and Philomel pipe and warble, and every other word is ah or ye or 'neath or hark. A Green Bough, published when he was 36 and should have known better, seems on the contrary the work of a village Eliot...
...child, she began dancing at age six on the ad vice of her doctor, went on to tour with Jerome Robbins' Ballets: U.S.A. before joining the New York City Ballet two years ago. She has danced leading roles only eight times, but memorably, especially in Afternoon of a Faun, a ballet perfectly attuned to her feathery, sweetly feminine style...
After the state dinner (guinea hen), the royal guests repaired to the East Room where a troupe of 15 dancers in sneakers, sweatshirts and black tights performed five Jerome Robbins modern jazz ballets and a modern version of Afternoon of a Faun, in the first full-scale ballet perform ance in White House history.- (The dancers had been hastily rehearsing all day, under the direction of choreographer Robbins and the approving eye of the First Lady, who graciously allowed them to use the Green Room as a temporary dressing room.) Glancing at one of the muscular male dancers. Vice President...
...necessarily human. They are, in fact, inspired refractions of the poet's entities, born of a fancy quite as wild as Will's. "Sweet Puck," for instance, Shakespeare's "knavish sprite," is imagined as a sort of naughty Ariel, a boy with the soul of a faun. "Jealous Oberon" is a grand abstraction of stag, noble and serious but indifferent, a thing of dells and vanishings. a silence of eyes, the spirit of the forest watching...