Saturday, April 10, 2010


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
Burns us with brushings 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.

Wallace Stevens

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Reality's only claim to reality is that it merely exists as it is. Metaphor earns its claim to reality by becoming the reality it purports to be.