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.