I have had my dream--like others-- <br />and it has come to nothing, so that <br />I remain now carelessly <br />with feet planted on the ground <br />and look up at the sky-- <br />feeling my clothes about me, <br />the weight of my body in my shoes, <br />the rim of my hat, air passing in and out <br />at my nose--and decide to dream no more.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thursday/
