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.
Sources:
Public domain text taken from The Poets’ Corner:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/wcw-sg2.html#9