et cetera

Poem by William Carlos Williams, from The Dial 69 (p. 164).

The Desolate Field
  
 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.

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