The Woman in Sunshine


It is only that this warmth and movement are like
The warmth and movement of a woman.

It is not that there is any image in the air
Nor the beginning nor end of a form:

It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
Bums us with bmshings of her dress

And a dissociated abundance of being,
More definite for what she is—

Because she is disembodied,
Bearing the odors of the summer fields.

Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent.
Invisibly clear, the only love.


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华莱士·史蒂文斯

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