The Mind
LII. Why do you strive for greatness, fool
From The Black Riders and Other Lines (1895)
The Mind
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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MLA
Crane, Stephen. “LII. Why do you strive for greatness, fool.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/51/.
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Crane, Stephen. “LII. Why do you strive for greatness, fool.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/51/.
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