Wallace Stevens - The Paltry Nude Starts on a String Voyage lyrics

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, 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 scurry 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