"Don't forget - a great impression of simplicity can only be achieved by great agony of body and spirit." - The Red Shoes, Like a bird in flight On a hot sweet night, Nailed to the floor, Put on your red shoes (and dance the blues)., Teeth and flames, the fire still burns, The world still turns, Try to set the night on fire
The Spanish Dancer – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts white
flickering tongues before it bursts into flame:
with the audience around her, quickened, hot,
her dance begins to flicker in the dark room.
And all at once it is completely fire.
One upward glance and she ignites her hair
and, whirling faster and faster, fans her dress
into passionate flames, till it becomes a furnace
from which, like startled rattlesnakes, the long
naked arms uncoil, aroused and clicking.
And then: as if the fire were too tight
around her body, she takes and flings it out
haughtily, with an imperious gesture,
and watches: it lies raging on the floor,
still blazing up, and the flames refuse to die –
Till, moving with total confidence and a sweet
exultant smile, she looks up finally
and stamps it out with powerful small feet.