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I saw a man pursuing the horizon

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Stephen Crane
1871 –
1900

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.

This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on April 21, 2013. Browse the Poem-a-Day archive.