A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
“A Man Said to the Universe” by Stephen Crane [w/ Audio]
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a hilltop tree,
bowed as if wind-shaped,
won’t budge for a breeze.

a butterfly
lounges in the sun;
and then is gone.

stony ground:
lush grass grows
in every divot.

ring of lily pads:
crowd around where the frog
plopped into pond.
I taste a liquor never brewed --
From Tankards scooped in Pearl --
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air -- I am --
And Debauchee of Dew --
Reeling -- thro' endless summer days --
From inns of molten blue --
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door --
When Butterflies -- renounce their "drams" --
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats --
And Saints -- to windows run --
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the -- Sun!