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Слушать(AI)The Desolate Field
Vast and grey, the skyis a simulacrumto all but him whose daysare vast and grey and —In the tall, dried grassesa goat stirswith muzzle searching the ground.
My head is in the airbut who am I . . . ?— and my heart stops amazedat the thought of lovevast and greyyearning silently over me.
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963) was a Puerto Rican-American poet, writer, and physician closely associated with mod
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