All Poems
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A god in wrath
© Stephen Crane
A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With thunderous blows
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
© Stephen Crane
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -"
The ocean said to me once
© Stephen Crane
The ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on the shore
Is a woman, weeping.
I looked here
© Stephen Crane
I looked here;
I looked there;
Nowhere could I see my love.
And -- this time --
God lay dead in heaven
© Stephen Crane
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Purple winds went moaning,
Their wings drip-dripping
Love walked alone
© Stephen Crane
Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart's pain.
Three little birds in a row
© Stephen Crane
Three little birds in a row
Sat musing.
A man passed near that place.
Then did the little birds nudge each other.
Once there came a man
© Stephen Crane
Once there came a man
Who said,
"Range me all men of the world in rows."
And instantly
Yes, I have a thousand tongues
© Stephen Crane
Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.
In a lonely place,
© Stephen Crane
In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
A man said to the universe:
© Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind
© Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
In the desert
© Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And you love me
© Stephen Crane
And you love meI love you.You are, then, cold coward.Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man's opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
Black riders came from the sea.
© Stephen Crane
Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
And clash and clash of hoof and heel,
Wild shouts and the wave of hair
In the rush upon the wind:
Thus the ride of sin.
Fast rode the knight
© Stephen Crane
Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
"To save my lady!"
In The Kalahari Desert
© Craig Raine
The sun rose like a tarnished
looking-glass to catch the sunand flash His hot message
at the missionaries below--Isabella and the Rev. Roger Price,
and the Helmores with a broken axleleft, two days behind, at Fever Ponds.
City Gent
© Craig Raine
On my desk, a set of labels
or a synopsis of leeks,
blanched by the sun
and trailing their roots
