young William Carlos Williams
The Desolate Field
by William Carlos Williams
[from Sour Grapes (1921)]

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.