I followed Wisdom

A night and a night

And a day and a day

Clay-knowing to spite.

I went quickly

As gulls over fallow,

As goats among crags,

As winds through a hollow.

Yet never I

Caught up with slow-footed

Wisdom who took

The lanes deepest rutted.

She left me with

My gangster ambition

In remorse—and remorse

Is the Devil’s contrition.