I met a seer Poem

I met a seer | Poem by Stephen Crane

————————————————————————–

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.

————————————————————————–

Stephen Crane – Poet | Academy of American Poets

Stephen Crane – Wikipedia

Buy Stephen Crane
at Amazon

Buy Stephen Crane
at Barnes and Noble

————————————————————————–