William Carlos Williams

The Desolate Field

Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey and—
In the tall, dried grasses
a goat stirs
with nozzle searching the ground.
My head is in the air
but who am I...?
—and my heart stops amazed
at the thought of love
vast and grey
yearning silently over me.
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