English poem
Lviii
by Stephen Crane (1871–1900)
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: "Now this one is a devil, "And this one is me." He turned away. Then a cunning pupil Changed the positions. Turned the sage again: "Now this one is a devil, "And this one is me." The pupils sat, all grinning, And rejoiced in the game. But the sage was a sage.