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. A man toiled on a burning road
2. Upon the road of my life
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. There was a man and a woman
5. Supposing that I should have the courage

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