Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Book of Wisdom / Stephen Crane


XXXVI

I met a seer.
He held in his hands
The book of wisdom.
"Sir," I addressed him,
"Let me read."
"Child — " he began.
"Sir," I said,
"Think not that I am a child,
For already I know much
Of that which you hold.
Aye, much."

He smiled.
Then he opened the book
And held it before me. — 
Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

---
Stephen Crane (1871-1900)
from
 The Black Riders, and other lines, 1895

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

Stephen Crane biography

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