A Portrait in Greys
Will it never be possible
to separate you from your greyness?
Must you be always sinking backward
into your grey-brown landscapes - and trees
always in the distance, always against
a grey sky?
Must I be always
moving counter to you? Is there no place
where we can be at peace together
and the motion of our drawing apart
be altogether taken up?
I see myself
standing upon your shoulders touching
a grey, broken sky -
but you, weighted down with me,
yet gripping my ankles, - move
laboriously on,
where it is level and undisturbed by colors.
- William Carlos Williams
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