Poems by Stephen Crane
The wayfarer,
... The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, ...
Two or three angels
... And why they stayed so long within ...
"Tell brave deeds of war."
... "Ah, I think there were braver deeds ...
A spirit sped
... "God! God!" Eventually, then, he screamed, ...
You tell me this is God?
... I tell you this is a printed list, ...
There was crimson clash of war.
... There came one who understood not these things ...
There was one I met upon the road
... Her said, "Show me of your wares ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers.
... " Upon reflection, the tutor bowed to the ground, ...
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky
... Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold ...
A learned man came to me once
... And I knew not the ways of my feet ...
Upon the road of my life
... And gazed at the features of vanity ...
If there is a witness to my little life,
... And it is not fine for gods to menace fools ...
There was, before me
... When I gazed, And in my gazing, desired, ...
"What says the sea, little shell?"
... Long will your brother be silent to you, ...
Charity thou art a lie,
... Are visible Through thy form of sudden shadows ...
