Sour Grapes (1921)
by
William Carlos Williams

The Desolate Field

Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
and 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 amazed my heart leaps
at the thought of love
vast and grey
yearning silently over me.

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Public domain text taken from The Poets' Corner:
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