(A thought-ridden man once found himself floating beside a bee in a dream. Startled by its casual assurance, he asked the speedy being for advice.)
Wand’ring bee o wand’ring bee,
Wings of wonder wear thy thee!
Say it, oh, now make no face,
Thy wisdom wrong doth leave no trace.
(Halted midflight, the bee, bemused, answered thus.)
Man, o lost o wond’ring man,
Reason’s foe, o doom’s own plan!
Why think, wise fool, when pace
Can blur from sight this barren place?
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3 comments:
nice.. simple effective thoughtful lines..
i dint like it enough.
maybe i did not understand, but not ur best patt
"Why think, wise fool, when pace
Can blur from sight this barren place?"
wise...
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