Sour Grapes (1921)
by
William Carlos Williams
The Cold Night
It is cold.
The white moon
is up among her scattered stars--
like the
bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant's wife--
among
her five children . . .
No answer.
Pale shadows lie upon
the frosted grass. One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
and it is cold . . . !
White
thighs of the sky! a
new answer out of the depths of
my male belly: In April . . .
In April I shall see again--In April!
the round and perfects thighs
of the Police Sergeant's wife
perfect still after many babies.
Oya!
Sources:
Public domain text taken from The Poets’ Corner:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/wcw-sg2.html#17