Perceiving the pathway to the truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,
"I see that no one has passed here
In a long time."
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."
-- Stephen Crane (1871-1900)
(quoted in the 2005 EV Poetry Speaks calendar)
93 93/93 -- AJ