The Paltry Nude Starts on a Spring Voyage

Wallace Stevens

 

But not on a shell, she starts,
Archaic, for the sea.
But on the first-found weed
She scuds the glitters,
Noiselessly, like one more wave.

She too is discontent
And would have purple stuff upon her arms,
Tired of the salty harbors,
Eager for the brine and bellowing
Of the high interiors of the sea.

The wind speeds her on,
Blowing upon her hands
And watery back.
She touches the clouds, where she goes,
In the circle of her traverse of the sea.

Yet this is meagre play
In the scrurry and water-shine,
As her heels foam—
Not as when the goldener nude
Of a later day

Will go, like the centre of sea-green pomp,
In an intenser calm,
Scullion of fate,
Across the spick torrent, ceaselessly,
Upon her irretrievable way.

 
This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on May 5, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

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Le Monocle de Mon Oncle by Wallace Stevens
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Lunar Paraphrase by Wallace Stevens
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Metaphors of a Magnifico by Wallace Stevens
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Nomad Exquisite by Wallace Stevens
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Of the Surface of Things by Wallace Stevens
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Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens
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Tea at the Palaz of Hoon by Wallace Stevens
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The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens
Call the roller of big cigars,
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Further Reading

Poems about Oceans
A Book Of Music
by Jack Spicer
By the Waters of Babylon [V. Currents]
by Emma Lazarus
Half Mile Down
by Michael Ryan
harbor (the conversion)
by Nick Flynn
If the ocean had a mouth
by Marie-Elizabeth Mali
Inland
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Our Valley
by Philip Levine
Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd
by Walt Whitman
Sea Fever
by John Masefield
The Ocean
by Nathaniel Hawthorne