Spanish Dancer

John Singer Sargent,"El Jaleo"

Spanish Dancer

As a lit match flickers in the hands

Before it flames, and darts out from all sides

Bright, twitching tongues, so, ringed by growing bands

Of spectators - she, quivering, glowing stands

Poised tensely for the dance - then forward glides

And suddenly becomes a flaming torch.

Her bright hair flames, her burning glances scorch,

And with a daring art at her command

Her whole robe blazes like a fire-brand 

From which is stretched each naked arm, awake,

Gleaming and rattling like a frightened snake.

And then, as though the fire fainter grows,

She gathers up the flame - again it glows,

As with a proud gesture and imperious air

She flings it to the earth; and it lies there

Furiously flickering and crackling still -

Then haughtily victorious, but with sweet

Swift smile of greeting, she puts forth her will

And stamps the fire out with her small firm feet.

Rainer Maria Rilke

She's on fire! You only need to watch a flamenco dancer once to know how accurate this poem is. I recommend you do just that. See if I'm not right.