Sour Grapes (1921)
by
William Carlos Williams
The Thinker
My wife's new
pink slippers
have gay pompons.
There is not a
spot or a stain
on their satin toes or their sides.
All night they lie together
under her bed's edge.
Shivering I catch sight of them
and smile, in the morning.
Later I
watch them
descending the stair,
hurrying through the doors
and round the table,
moving stiffly
with a shake of their gay pompons!
And I
talk to them
in my secret mind
out of
pure happiness.
Sources:
Public domain text taken from The Poets’ Corner:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/wcw-sg3.html#40