The Black Riders and Other Lines: LII

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(idea) by Hermetic (7.1 y) (print)   (I like it!) Thu Mar 08 2001 at 21:29:32
Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Go pluck a bough and wear it.
It is as sufficing.

My Lord, there are certain barbarians
Who tilt their noses
As if the stars were flowers,
And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles.
Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes.

Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.

Stephen Crane,
1905

The Black Riders and Other Lines: LI || The Black Riders and Other Lines: LIII
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