is the title of a poem by Frank Bidart, about his first viewing the 1956 filmed performance of the Russian ballerina Galina Ulanov in the ballet Giselle. It begins:
Many ways to dance Giselle, but tonight as you watch you think that she is what art is, creature who remembers her every gesture and senses its relation to the time just a moment before when she did something close to it but then everything was different so what she feels now is the pathos of that difference.