Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are 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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The Desolate Field
by William Carlos Williams
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