Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.
Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the stars --
Yellow light tore sight from his eyes.
"My good fool," said a learned bystander,
"Your operations are mad."
"You are too candid," cried the candid man,
And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander
It was two sticks.
Forth Went The Candid Man
Stephen Crane
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Poem topics: light, wind, head, good, country, fool, yellow, strange, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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