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Plans par couleurs, 1910-11

There is a light au fond
As of an evening growing
To its maturity : a golden,
Indiscriminate light, dull

In its subtle graduations.
The windowframe seems
To multiply where the air
Passes it, as in a relaxation

Of the eye further images
May slide beyond the sure
Original. In such manifold
Iterations, the dark figure

Of a woman comes before
The light, breaking it into
Lesser shades. A shaft of
Sulphate blue hangs like

A banner from her arm ;
At her crown great curves
Of pale green, bands of a
Heavy russet at the border

Of her corsage. Ghostlike
Colours play restlessly
Across her face. No other
Expression forms there

Than what the light gives :
All that she communicates
Lies in the way she bends
Her soft hand into her hip.