The Gypsy

As in one’s hand a lighted match blinds you before
it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering
tongues to every side — so, within the ring of the
spectators, her dance begins in hasty, heated rhythms
and spreads itself darting flames around.

And suddenly the dance is altogether flame!
Rainer Maria Rilke, Spanish Dancer

The Gypsy

Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your head? yeah…
Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your mind and all your sighing?
And-a ooh-ohh
Hey (hey) Nothin’s a matter with your head, baby, find it
Come on and find it
Hell, with it, baby, ’cause you’re fine and you’re mine
And you look so divine

Redbone, Come and Get Your Love (watch the video)

The Gypsy

She was not tall, but her slender and elastic figure made her appear so. Her skin was brown, but one guessed that by day it would have the warm golden tint of the Andalusian and Roman women. Her small foot too, so perfectly at ease in its narrow, graceful shoe, was quite Andalusian. She was dancing, pirouetting, whirling on an old Persian carpet spread carelessly on the ground, and each time her radiant face passed before you, you caught the flash of her great dark eyes.

The crowd stood round her open-mouthed, every eye fixed upon her, and in truth, as she danced thus to the drumming of a tambourine held high above her head by her round and delicate arms, slender, fragile, airy as a wasp, with her gold-laced bodice closely moulded to her form, her bare shoulders, her gaily striped skirt swelling out round her, affording glimpses of her exquisitely shaped limbs, the dusky masses of her hair, her gleaming eyes, she seemed a creature of some other world.

“In very truth,” thought Grainier, “it is a salamander—a nymph—’tis a goddess—a bacchante of Mount Mænalus!”

At this moment a tress of the “salamander’s” hair became uncoiled, and a piece of brass attached to it fell to the ground.

“Why, no,” said he, “ ’tis a gipsy!” and all illusion vanished.
Victor Hugo, Notre Dame de Paris (The Hunchback of Notre-Dame)

The Gypsy

Let me entertain you.
Let me make you smile.
Let me do a few tricks.
Some old and then some new tricks.
I’m very versatile.
And if you’re real good,
I’ll make you feel good.
I want your spirits to climb.
So let me entertain you.
And we’ll have a real good time;
Yes, sir! We’ll have a real good time.
Gypsy (1962)