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Stephen Crane: I wonder if sometimes in the dusk,
I wonder if sometimes in the dusk, When the brave lights that gild thy evenings Have not yet been touched with flame, I wonder if sometimes in the dusk Thou rememberest a time, A time when…Stephen Crane: Love met me at noonday,
Love met me at noonday, —Reckless imp, To leave his shaded nights And brave the glare,— And I saw him then plainly For a bungler, A stupid, simpering, eyeless bungler, Breaking the hearts of…Stephen Crane: I have seen thy face aflame
I have seen thy face aflame For love of me, Thy fair arms go mad, Thy lips tremble and mutter and rave. And—surely— This should leave a man content? Thou lovest not me now, But thou didst…Stephen Crane: A little ink more or less!
A little ink more or less! It surely can't matter? Even the sky and the opulent sea, The plains and the hills, aloof, Hear the uproar of all these books. But it is only a little ink more or…Stephen Crane: "Have you ever made a just man?"
"Have you ever made a just man?" "Oh, I have made three," answered God, "But two of them are dead, "And the third— "Listen! Listen! "And you will hear the thud of his defeat."Stephen Crane: I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving, The little cry of a man to a man, A shadow falling across…Stephen Crane: "I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
"I have heard the sunset song of the birches, "A white melody in the silence, "I have seen a quarrel of the pines. "At nightfall "The little grasses have rushed by me "With the wind men. "…Stephen Crane: Fast rode the knight
Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, "To save my lady!" Fast rode the knight, And leaped from saddle to war. Men of steel flickered and gleamed Like…Stephen Crane: Forth went the candid man
Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind— When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars— Yellow light tore…War Is Kind
Stephen Crane1899ContentsDo not weep, maiden, for war is kind.What says the sea, little shell?To the maidenA little ink more or less!"Have you ever made a just man?"I explain the silvered passing of…Trending
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