Woofs and trees
Humming bees
The winter awake
The streets dirty
And in the morning dry
Their thirst now slake
For in vast drizzles
The water falls
pit-pit-pit
the water falls
Knight in green
Such shiny sheen
Even in a dim
Noon's light
And in a hazy
Trembling starlight!
Ah! who be
Our knight in green?
Who has so much sheen?
In a night
Of clouds thunder and
Rain
Sweet dreams subconscious
Twangs of pain?
To-night
This bed the night
Of all of this
Tonight!
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I think the knight errant's time has passed and only he does not recognize it. He is the medieval aristocrat, privileged as holder of power and killer, but now he has been replaced by modern society. He can still function as an archetypal figure, but he himself must withdraw from action on the stage of life. He doesn't belong anymore to the world of societal actions but rather to old books that still inspire young readers. He has become a symbol of a psychological figure of the past. He can only bustle in the real world as a Don Quixote figure - and break things in his wayward motions as a man among men, just ordinary men, no longer the honored champion, resolving conflicts through violence. But what we need today are leaders imbued with pacifism and negotiation. Sorry, Roland: Rest in peace. Sorry, Achilles: in your next performance - you will be unarmed. And defeated. Join the hoi poloi.