Appease the gods! Accede to their demands!
Adapt your pulse to this unpolished beat,
endure the dissonance of ancient bands,
cavort and writhe as horns and oboes bleat!
Then choose an untried girl, obedient
and limber, to discharge the dance of death—
the final, furious ingredient
in this unholy bargain: breath for breath.
For if Stravinsky’s vision holds a seed
of truth—if strident sacrifice is due,
if one must fall before a flock takes wing—
then let us leap and clamor; let us heed
old myths and miracles, and make them new.
Agree to any price—we must have spring!