Poem by Stephen Crane

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The sage lectured brilliantly.
Before him, two images:
”Now this one is a devil,
And this one is me.”
He turned away.
Then a cunning pupil
Changed the positions.

Turned the sage again:
”Now this one is a devil,
And this one is me.”
The pupils sat, all grinning,
And rejoiced in the game.
But the sage was a sage.

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Supposing that I should have the courage
3. In the night
4. A spirit sped
5. The successful man has thrust himself

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