torsdag 19 november 2009

Dagens Stephen Crane-dikt

Jag älskar Stephen Crane. Visst gör ni det också? Mannen var ett geni. Den här dikten säger mycket av det jag tror om Gud (om han/hon nu skulle finnas):

In heaven,
Some little blades of grass
Stood before God.
"What did you do?"
Then all save one of the little blades
Began eagerly to relate
The merits of their lives.
This one stayed a small way behind,
Ashamed.
Presently, God said,
"And what did you do?"
The little blade answered, "Oh my Lord,
Memory is bitter to me,
For, if I did good deeds,
I know not of them."
Then God, in all His splendor,
Arose from His throne.
"Oh, best little blade of grass!" He said.


- Stephen Crane (1871-1900), "The Black Riders and other Lines", 1895

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