The wind shifts like this:
Like a human without illusions,
Who still feels irrational things within her.


Collected poems (ed. Alfred a Knopf Inc, 1954)


The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her.

The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her.

The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her.

The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her.