Vast and grey, the sky <br />is a simulacrum <br />to all but him whose days <br />are vast and grey and -- <br />In the tall, dried grasses <br />a goat stirs <br />with nozzle searching the ground. <br />My head is in the air <br />but who am I . . . ? <br />-- and my heart stops amazed <br />at the thought of love <br />vast and grey <br />yearning silently over me.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-desolate-field/
