Upon The Road Of My Life, Poem by Stephen Crane
Upon The Road Of My Life,
Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech:
"Who art thou?"
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And answered in haste, anxiously,
"I am good deed, forsooth;
You have often seen me."
"Not uncowled," I made reply.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the features of vanity.
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,
"Fool!"
A philosophical nicely presented through this small poem. Thanks.
Is it a moment, in life, of disappointment, I wonder. Congrats for being at the top.
An archaic poem..., the emotion said is a momentary reflex without any restraint....the way it is written is good-10
Reading the poem I remembered instantly Geeta's teaching, even Sattwa (goodness) comes wrapped in ego's high vanity. So beautifully this eternal teaching presented in this poem. Thank you for sharing.
A philosophical reflection as a muse, thanks for sharing.
Amazing poem. It excellently presented the dual character of a person. Some people do good deeds just to feel good about themselves....a feeling of self pride. Great poet.
Wonderful poem. Good deeds so often come veiled with vanity. Beautiful thought so well expressed. Congratulations.
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Like the others. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.