Tradition, thou art for suckling children
Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes; But no meat for men is in thee. Then -- But, alas, we all are babes.
Stephen Crane
Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes; But no meat for men is in thee. Then -- But, alas, we all are babes.
Stephen Crane’s little poem speaks straight to Tradition as if it were a person, calling it mother’s milk—warm, nourishing, but only for the very young. The tone at first is almost confrontational: there’s simply no real “meat” here for grown minds.
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