Stephen Crane: The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.

Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.

Blood—blood and torn grass—
Had marked the rise of his agony—
This lone hunter.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the threshing of his limbs.

A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: "John!"
. . . . . . .
Come, arise, hunter!
Can you not hear?

The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-
top.
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