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Richard Wilbur - Transit

A woman I have never seen before
Steps from the darkness of her town-house door
At just that crux of time when she is made
So beautiful that she or time must fade.

What use to claim that as she tugs her gloves
A phantom heraldry of all the loves
Blares from the lintel? That the staggered sun
Forgets, in his confusion, how to run?

Still, nothing changes as her perfect feet
Click down the walk that issues in the street,
Leaving the stations of her body there
Like whips that map the countries of the air. 

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Poet: Richard Wilbur
Poem: Transit
Poem of the Day: Jul 27 2014

Comment 2 of 2, added on December 29th, 2013 at 3:15 PM.
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Can anyone analyze this poem, especially the last line?

Paul Van Deusen from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on December 6th, 2009 at 10:15 AM.

I first reasd this poem while riding on a NYC subway when I was dispalyed as part of some sort of promotion. It seemed so appropriate to be reading it while "commuting" as is the subject in the poem. I was particularly captured by the imagery of a "whip mapping the countries of the air". Neeldess to say I have never forgotten it.

Rusty Merenda

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