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                THE DESOLATE FIELD

                Vast and grey, the sky
                in 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 amazed my heart leaps
                at the thought of love
                vast and grey
                yearning silently over me.


from Sour Grapes, 1921

I read this field so many years ago; it left a sort-of impression because I liked the word ‘simulacrum’ although I didn’t know what it meant or why it was in this poem; now, I think I know the field – in fact, have known the field all along – and I realise I am just a goat and that there is no other love to find than the grass out of the ground




air wormhole: transferring
being & identity & love wormhole: Khandro Tsering Chodron
field wormhole: looking ahead
grey wormhole: TREES by William Carlos Williams
sky & William Carlos Williams wormhole: TO A SOLITARY DISCIPLE by William Carlos Williams