Sour Grapes (1921)
by
William Carlos Williams

Thursday

I have had my dream--like others--
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky--
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose--and decide to dream no more.

Public domain text taken from The Poets’ Corner:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/wcw-sg2.html#19


Sour Grapes (1921)
by
William Carlos Williams

Thursday

Leaves are greygreen,
the glass broken, bright green.

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Public domain text taken from The Poets’ Corner:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/wcw-sg2.html#26