The pathway to truth
The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,"
I see that none has passed here
In a long time.
"Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."
~ Stephen Crane ~
posted by ...The eyes of the world | 5:11 AM
4 Comments:
hello mads :) how are you doing? i hope you're as tall as ever. whereabouts are you now? life's a bit boring without you running into my bed drunk and sleepy.
hugs and love,
midget.
Hey! Breaking of house rules! A written warning to both of you!
Warning number six!! :-)
I thought about going back to the college and confess about all the times that I broke the rules...Like in South Africa in the early 90's.
And to Dilly, if you send me your e-mail or adress then I will come and visit you next time I am drunk!
Woohoo, Stephen Crane! Have a poem by him on my facebook profile...
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter – bitter", he answered,
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
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