"

"all absorbed in restraning herself
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.
She runs a bit, hesitates, stops
half-turns around...
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.

Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.

It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,

but that all she carries with her
frolics and ferments.

...when her whole life is full of risks
the little red dress will always seem right

-Rilke