Thursday, December 11, 2014

Parable...................................


I read how Quixote in his random ride
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance, would not decide

Wither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory lay wherever he might turn.
His head was light with pride, his horse's shoes

Were heavy, and he headed for the barn.

-Richard Wilbur

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