Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Go pluck a bough and wear it.
It is as sufficing.
My Lord, there are certain barbarians
Who tilt their noses
As if the stars were flowers,
And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles.
Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes.
Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.
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Comments1I REALLY FELT THIS POEM IN MY SOUL! STEPHEN CRANE CERTAINLY KNOWS HOW TO USE WORDS TO MAKE THE READER FEEL SMALL IN COMPARISON TO THE UNIVERSE AROUND THEM. HIS USE OF IMAGERY CONVEYING THE NOTION OF HUMILITY IS SUCH A POWERFUL SUBJECT. NEVER THOUGHT A POEM COULD MAKE ME REFLECT SO MUCH!