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