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Stephen Crane - I met a seer

I met a seer.
He held in his hands
The book of wisdom.
"Sir," I addressed him,
"Let me read."
"Child -- " he began.
"Sir," I said,
"Think not that I am a child,
For already I know much
Of that which you hold.
Aye, much."

He smiled.
Then he opened the book
And held it before me. --
Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

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Poet: Stephen Crane
Poem: 36. I met a seer
Volume: The Black Riders & Other Lines
Year: Published/Written in 1905
Poem of the Day: Nov 26 2007

Comment 4 of 4, added on October 6th, 2009 at 11:24 PM.

To open the book of wisdom is to realize how unlearned you are. To have a great vast knowledge, and then to gave into the book that holds all. you will realize how blind you are, how much you are unaware of. Sepere Vedere. Learn to see. The more you learn, the more open your eyes get to the fact that you know nothing but a small fraction of all that is and will be, and that in knowing this you have opened your eyes to yet another page of the book, and you will forever seek the knowledge that the book holds. to come so fool hardily to the book, thinking that you know all there is to be known, Will result in you coming to the realization that you know nothing. And thus, are blind.

Eleu from United States
Comment 3 of 4, added on March 8th, 2009 at 5:15 PM.

It's the book that makes him blind.

Matt from United States
Comment 2 of 4, added on August 24th, 2005 at 4:33 AM.

I met Stephen Crane...

Nimal from Australia

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