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🗣️ Her arms are like water, I could watch het forever: fluid but so defined and strong. This and the emotion she conveys through her face make her performance so incredibly poignant for me ❤
🗣️ I don't quite know why Anna Tsygankova's performance feels different from all the versions I have been lucky enough to see, but there is something exceptionally convincing in her style and how she finishes each movement. She doesn't add drama or theatricals: she convinces by pure ability and class. And as always the styling and camera-work are better than any ballet company in the world. @Nationale Ballet thank you for always showing what true beauty and art look like.
🗣️ Anna Tsygankova one of the most incredible dancers of our time. Her interpretation of the The Dying Swan with some nuanced arm movements that I have not seen before and that add layers to this plaintiff piece.
🗣️ This is a lovely interpretation. Her facial expressions throughout were so convincing and carried me along with her during this poignant look at the last moments of a creature's life. There was nothing forced about this interpretation, I didn't feel like she was just posing to look pretty in all of the key moments in this ballet - rather, the entire performance was all about the emotion from beginning to end. Beautiful.
- In the 1890s, Louis van Waefelghem adapted Le cygne for viola or viola d'amore and piano. The edition was published by Durand in 1895.
- In Leonard Bernstein's famous recording of the piece with the New York Philharmonic the melody is performed on double bass by a 20-year-old Gary Karr.
- Montserrat Caballé recorded a version in which she vocalizes sections of the melody accompanied by a piano.
- In the early 20th century, Clara Rockmore, the renowned thereminist, performed it on theremin with her sister Nadia Reisenberg accompanying her on the piano.
- Steven Mead arranged the piece for Euphonium and Piano in 1995, in the key of E♭ Major.
- Tony Renis created lyrics for Le Cygne to create the song “Notte Stellata” that appeared on Italian pop-opera trio Il Volo’s self-titled debut album.
- A jazz version was created by the Italian ensemble No Trio for Cats in 2021 under the title O Cisne de Janeiro.

The Dying Swan
The Royal Ballet 🩰 Natalia Osipova
The ballet was first titled The Swan but then acquired its current title, following Pavlova's interpretation of the work's dramatic arc as the end of life. The dance is composed principally of upper body and arm movements and tiny steps called pas de bourrée suivi.
The swan song (Ancient Greek: κύκνειον ᾆσμα; Latin: carmen cygni) is a metaphorical phrase for a final gesture, effort, or performance given just before death or retirement. The phrase refers to an ancient belief that swans sing a beautiful song just before their death since they have been silent (or alternatively not so musical) for most of their lifetime. The belief, whose basis has been long debated, had become proverbial in ancient Greece by the 3rd century BC and was reiterated many times in later Western poetry and art. Swans learn a variety of sounds throughout their lifetime. Their sounds are more distinguishing during courting rituals and not correlated with death.
🩰 https://youtu.be/5RoDggP7rng?si=wB83uoO2klA8TjPX
| Poems The Dying Swan | Tennyson, 1843 |
| The plain was grassy, wild and bare, | Of that waste place with joy |
| Wide, wild, and open to the air, | Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear |
| Which had built up everywhere | The warble was low, and full and clear; |
| An under-roof of doleful gray | And floating about the under-sky, |
| With an inner voice the river ran, | Prevailing in weakness, the coronach stole |
| Adown it floated a dying swan, | Sometimes afar, and sometimes anear; |
| Which loudly did lament. | But anon her awful jubilant voice, |
| It was the middle of the day. | With a music strange and manifold, |
| Ever the weary wind went on, | Flow'd forth on a carol free and bold: |
| And took the reed-tops as it went. | As when a mighty people rejoice |
| Some blue peaks in the distance rose, | With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold. |
| And white against the cold-white sky, | And the tumult of their acclaim is roll'd |
| Shone out their crowning snows. | Through the open gates of the city afar, |
| One willow over the river wept, | To the shepherd who watcheth the evening star. |
| And shook the wave as the wind did sigh; | And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds, |
| Above in the wind was the swallow, | And the willow-branches hoar and dank, |
| Chasing itself at its own wild will, | And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds, |
| And far thro' the marish green and still | And the wave-worn horns of the echoing bank, |
| The tangled water-courses slept, | And the silvery marish-flowers that throng |
| Shot over with purple, and green, and yellow. | The desolate creeks and pools among, |
| The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul | Were flooded over with eddying song. |
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