The Silver Plough-Boy Wallace Stevens

A black figure dances in a black field.
It seizes a sheet -- from the ground, from a bush -- as if spread there by some wash-woman for the night.
It wraps the sheet around its body, until the black figure is silver.
It dances down a furrow, in the early light, back of a crazy plough, the green blades following.
How soon the silver fades in the dust! How soon the black figure slips from the wrinkled sheet! How softly the sheet falls to the ground!