Monday, 7 September 2015

Vast And Gray

 

This poem feels appropriate for a Monday - all that 'vast and gray.' But look, at the end, a brilliant uplifting note.


The Desolate Field - William Carlos Williams

Vast and gray, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and gray, 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 gray
yearning silently over me.

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