![]() came along, and how it happened again and again. They tell the slant life takes when it turns and slashes your face as a friend. |
![]() but do not know why, you are just lucky, and you will not move in the little ways that encourage good fortune. |
![]() any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?" and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king." |
![]() and then the forest below moving in one long whisper as evening touched the leaves. |
![]() who are acting to make things right for others: they act only from the self -- and that self will never be right: no luck, no help, no wisdom. |
![]() To find and wash off and roll into shape. |
![]() waited for history, its elbows tense, watching the curve of a particular road as if something might happen. |
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![]() to be young. Do you remember where you came from? |
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![]() and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star. |
![]() the earth before saying anything. I'd stop just before going into a house and be an emperor for a minute and listen better to the wind or to the air being still. |
![]() no matter how small, somewhere by the fire. |
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