Answer:
A white field, and when it is plowed, its soil is black.
Perhaps the most important adjective for ballerinas and princesses.
It's real until the trick is revealed.
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,