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 my heart stops amazed
at the thought of love
vast and grey
yearning silently over me.
(William Carlos Williams)
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