Poems by Stephen Crane
There was a man who lived a life of fire
... There was a man who lived a life of fire ...
Blustering God
... So threaten not, Thou, with Thy bloody spears, ...
I stood musing in a black world
... "Look! look! There!"And at the blindness of my spirit ...
There were many who went in huddled procession
... There were many who went in huddled procession, ...
To the maiden
... Upon which nevertheless at fateful time ...
The successful man has thrust himself
... He delivered his secrets to the riven multitude ...
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
... "Hearken! Hearken! The voice of God!""Not so," said a man ...
A man went before a strange God
... "The man fled.Then the man went to another God -- ...
A little ink more or less!
... What? You define me God with these trinkets ...
"Have you ever made a just man?"
... And you will hear the thud of his defeat ...
There was set before me a mighty hill
... When I had before me the summit-view, ...
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
... Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground ...
A man feared that he might find an assassin
... A man feared that he might find an assassin ...
A man toiled on a burning road
... " But the ass only grinned at him from the green place ...
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
... The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-topBlood -- blood and torn grass -- ...
