A Man Toiled On A Burning Road Poem by Stephen Crane
A Man Toiled On A Burning Road
A man toiled on a burning road,
Never resting.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
Grinning at him from a green place.
The man cried out in rage,
"Ah! Do not deride me, fool!
I know you --
All day stuffing your belly,
Burying your heart
In grass and tender sprouts:
It will not suffice you."
But the ass only grinned at him from the green place.
A powerful well crafted poem with a meaningful message. Great imagery.
From a green place there is always this loftier perspective. As Stephen knew, man’s shortcomings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/6/2024 12:07:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece of poetry nicely put together......