City Sunlight - Hopper Painting Poem

Clear Determination?
---- Big Frank Dickinson

The sunlight in this painting streams in like wind
Blasting the room with light and forcefully
Smacking the woman in the face.
She stares into the rays with a look
That could be curiosity, disdain,
Determination, or perhaps resignation.
Sitting in this bare room and dressed
In a peach colored slip with her arm
Resting on the dark window sill, she is
Focused on the streaming sunlight to her right.
She has made up her mind (again) at this moment.
She looks into the sun and stares it down (she thinks).
It highlights her face in profile against
The dark window, and her low-cut cleavage,
Which she does not try to cover in any way,
Reveals the softness that she usually conceals.
She is now (she feels) as open to life
As the windows that compete with the sun
To dominate this room, one that she faces,
Two behind her, and one more seen through
The dark gaping window she rests her arm upon.
Their openness accents her desire,
Which she is certain will now be met.
Not so much sitting as standing at an incline,
And not (she feels) deceived by the sun's warmth.
Her force at long last is equal to the sun.
Heart overpowering the logic of Apollo
And his straightforward rational blast.
(This sunlight is but a pathetic mirror
Of the mental blast she usually gives herself.)
What moves her now comes from her breast,
Which has inspired her to move in a direction
That surely no one will have anticipated.
And surely the sun cannot outshine,
Her heart's desire, which (she believes) she'll soon have.
But not just yet: look at her face's outline,
Sunlit against the empty window black
It is clear her heart not will not have its way
Today, once more, the sun holds sway.
Her sunlit profile is still the same, its
Silhouette lost in the dark window pane.