Wednesday evening my daughter and I went to see the ballet at the Kennedy Center. My previous exposure to ballet has been a large number of children’s recitals and once I saw “The Nutcracker” at Christmas time. Ballet is wonderful. It was amazing to see the graceful, yet powerful movements of the dancers. One of the dances was Carmina Burana. I have heard my musically talented teenage granddaughter exclaim over the beauty of this music. I was looking forward to seeing dance and hearing the music.
The lyrics for this piece are based on ancient texts found in a German Abbey. They were believed to be sacred texts. In fact they are the writings of wayward monks writing uninhibited poetry extolling young love, the joy of springtime and the celebration of sexual union. The dance was a beautifully choreographed depiction of the wonder of physical love. I felt like I was watching a sexual orgy set to poetry and music. It was a powerful dance. I am glad that I did not watch it with my grandaughter.