I stood upon a highway,
And, behold, there came
Many strange peddlers.
To me each one made gestures,
Holding forth little images, saying,
"This is my pattern of God.
Now this is the God I prefer."
But I said, "Hence!
Leave me with mine own,
And take you yours away;
I can't buy of your patterns of God,
The little gods you may rightly prefer."
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This in itself is powerful indeed. I love the metaphor of 'peddlers' That was just wonderful. The imagery of this was simple, but powerful. Crane is by far one of my favorite poets.
--Johnny
Edited on Jun 30, 3:50 p.m. because 'typo'. -
neat. this guy can be different sometimes. i love his short, powerful stuff. does anyone out there see this comment? if you want nice short stuff...read Crane.
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