First Known When Lost: "This Is How The Wind Shifts"

First Known When Lost: "This Is How The Wind Shifts"
Excerpt:
I place the following poem in the "sparer" category.
Which is not to say that I have ever made head or tail of it. But it sounds lovely. And I think I get the drift.

The Wind Shifts

This is how the wind shifts:
Like the thoughts of an old human,
Who still thinks eagerly
And despairingly.
The wind shifts like this:
Like a human without illusions,
Who still feels irrational things within her.
The wind shifts like this:
Like humans approaching proudly,
Like humans approaching angrily.
This is how the wind shifts:
Like a human, heavy and heavy,
Who does not care.

Wallace Stevens, Harmonium (1923).