The Desolate Field
William Carlos Williams
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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