Richard Wilbur

(March 1, 1921)

Parable - Poem by Richard Wilbur

I read how Quixote in his random ride
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance, would not decide

Whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory lay wherever turned the fable.
His head was light with pride, his horse's shoes

Were heavy, and he headed for the stable.

Comments about Parable by Richard Wilbur

  • Gold Star - 22,049 Points Terry Craddock (5/21/2015 7:07:00 PM)

    Adventure with weary travel and the risk of the road, or clean hay, a warm stable, fresh water and oats, makes good horse sense, no decision, homeward heading to a smart horse not horsing around. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (5/21/2015 5:08:00 PM)

    Interesting rhyme scheme. Very enjoyable poem. The horse made the right choice. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,647 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (5/21/2015 2:27:00 AM)

    nice, humorous poem; I pity the horse... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,789 Points Oduro Bright Amoh (5/21/2015 2:03:00 AM)

    That time of poem that easily succeeds to bring you to laughter (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Walter Durk (10/1/2007 7:28:00 PM)

    I like the rhythm of this piece. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 35 Points Robert Howard (12/24/2006 1:52:00 PM)

    I agree with the horse. Going home is glorious. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tina Lee (5/28/2004 11:46:00 PM)

    gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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