<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507098" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flying Crooked</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The butterfly, the cabbage white,<br>(His honest idiocy of flight)<br>Will never now, it is too late,<br>Master the art of flying straight,<br>Yet has — who knows so well as I? —<br>A just sense of how not to fly:<br>He lurches here and here by guess<br>And God and hope and hopelessness.<br>Even the aerobatic swift<br>Has not his flying-crooked gift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507098" data-title="Flying Crooked de Robert Graves" data-description="The butterfly, the cabbage white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight, Yet has — who knows so well as I? — A just sense of how not to fly: He lurches here and here by guess And God an..."></div> </div> </div>

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