Poems on the Underground: Stephen Crane
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Last night, while there was still some semblance of a Tube service, I was privileged to read the following poem:
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
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.Stephen Crane