*The wayfarer,Perceiving the pathway to truth,Was struck with astonishment.It was thickly grown with weeds."Ha," he said,"I see that none has passed hereIn a long time."Later he saw that each weedWas a singular knife."Well," he mumbled at last,"Doubtless there are other roads."
Paralleele pole mõtet otsida.
Lihtsalt loen praegu Stephen Crane'i luulet ja tänase päeva huvitavaim luuletus oli see :)