Rubato is the operative word for Dances at a Gathering, the Jerome Robbins masterwork from 1969. It refers to the Italian musical term for stealing time from one musical phrase and giving it to another to give added poignancy. Chopin’s music has many of those moments and Robbins choreographed most of them into this ballet. It gives the dancers an opportunity to float over the music or linger over a balance to show off their artistry.
The end result is a deeply expressed vision of poetry in movement and it was danced beautifully by this cast. Sara Mearns and Adrian Danchig-Waring interlaced their phrasing perfectly in their waltz and it was impossible to say which one moved more beautifully. Megan Fairchild debuted in green, a part full of flirtation and Slavic inflections, and tossed it off as though she’d been doing it for years. Tiler Peck bubbled with effervescence. Amar Ramasar filled in dancing green and partnered so well with Mearns. Tyler Angle and Gonzalo Garcia were perfectly sympathetic partners.
My favorite moment of the ballet comes in the final Nocturne when the full company is facing the audience, looking at something in the distance, above our heads. I imagine them to be watching a flock of migratory birds taking flight, leaving them all behind. It perfectly captures the wistful loneliness at the heart of Chopin’s music. This ballet is all about the grace of small things. So much can be said just by taking a hand or releasing it and Robbins had a gift for showing restraint. There’s no showing off here, just expressions of joy and longing. There’s none of the excessive emoting without dramatic context that makes many current ballets irritating. Any moments of feeling are an outgrowth of the characters that the dancers are portraying and they feel authentic and integral to the ballet.