One of my favourites; humour me this pretty Thursday morning in July.
Thursday
I have had my dream- like others
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky-
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose- and decide to
dream no more.
William Carlos Williams
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