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Femme cueillant des fleurs, 1909

                She sits 
                        In her wooden folding chair
The feet of which compress the new grass
                            In the garden
Of her summer, which is of leisure,
Its fineness a quality of the very air :
                She leans
And places her hands on its seat, her arms
Testing the weight of her young body for
                            An infinitesimal moment.
                 She rises
To her feet, and the force of her arms carries
Into momentum.
                            How it is to move!
The shadow fades where her body rested!
Fierce love works in all the slowness of her.
                            Her body is blue.
                  She declines
Placing her left foot before her, to extract a
Flower from its sepals. Lueur : indigo, rouge.
                            It glows in its death.
Flots of pollen from the silent trees ahead.
                            Her body is red.