I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.
My granddad taught me this:
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
– Antigonish by Hughes Mearns.
Thanks for sharing that one! Here is the rest of it:
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When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
I never knew there was more! How fantastic is that? Thanks, Keishon.
Very cool, Keishon! Thanks for reminding me of this.
You’re so welcome, Margot.
Nice poem Keishon.
Thanks Sarah.