Man of absolute physical equilibrium You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your feet on Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yourself You are more heavy And more light Force being most equitably disposed Is easiest to lift from the ground So at the same time Your movements Unassailable Savor of the airy-fairy of the ballet The essence of a Mademoiselle Genée Winks in the to-and-fro of your cuff-links