May 102017
 

This is an old poem. 

 

The Kite and the Butterfly

A kite – the kind held by a string

-was sailing in the sky,

And looking down, observed a butterfly.

From such a height, its lowly fluttering

seemed hardly flight at all.

“I say,” the insect heard it call.

Just look at me, riding so high

That I can hardly see you!  I dare say

you can’t help envying the way

I spurn the ground, and wishing 

you could do the same!”

“Far from it,” came the prompt reply;

“For whereas you just dance attendance

on someone else’s idle pleasure,

I fly in perfect independence;

and that’s a blessing beyond measure.”

written by Ivan Krylov (1769-1841)

translation by Gordon Pirie.

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