Young Woman at a Window

She stands in graceful serenity, facing the crown of
A violet sun-- and locks of honey-dipped hair
Dancing in the breeze; or else her lips parted as to
Drink the golden elixir of that out-of-reach world
Beyond the colorless room she calls Home.
Perhaps the salty bite of the sea bades she
Join it, or the rumbling highway whispers the
Siren’s Song: longing on her windowsill, dreaming
Of the world no one else can appreciate but

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An Ekprhastic poem based on the painting Young Woman at a Window by Salvador Dali.