In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me:
“Sir, what is this?”
Then I saw that I was greater,
Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once,
“Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.”
The sage looked upon me with admiration.
luv these poom
The information of the modern world outdoes the ancient one . The poet in Crane , installing the image of the news paper artistically does this .
compare with: “the first shall be the last and the last shall be the first” JC
Also: collective social progress vs individual advance (however great)
this peom off your is really good i wish someday i could right poems like you
I like this pome because it says the truth about what we all feel when we ar alone.