prospect
“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 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.’”
from The Complete Poems of Stephen Crane
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The aspect
of the promise of the good,
founded
more on one’s
ability to know it
than
on fact;
the
acceptance
of the mute earth
beneath one’s feet,
But
that only
on the promise
of
a new earth,
a new horizon
just
beyond
view.
It is
the brightness of possibility,
the heart of our dreams
that
pervades
the
Prospect.
-dm
“I see that none has passed here...”
