Explore "A Portrait in Greys" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.