This is how the wind shifts:Like the thoughts of an old human,Who still thinks eagerlyAnd despairingly.The wind shifts like this:Like a human without illusions,Who still feels irrational things within her.The wind shifts like this:Like humans approaching proudly,Like humans approaching angrily.This is how the wind shifts:Like a human, heavy and heavy,Who does not care.
Wallace Stevens.
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