"The Candid Man"
di Stephen Crane (1871-1900)

Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
When he looked about him he was in a far
strange country.
Forth went the candid man
and spoke freely to the stars--
Yellow light tore sight from his eyes.
"My good fool," said a learned bystander,
"Your operations are mad."
"You are too candid," cried the candid man.
And when his stick left the head of the
learned bystander
It was two sticks.