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Stephen Crane: Tell me why, behind thee,
Tell me why, behind thee, I see always the shadow of another lover? Is it real, Or is this the thrice damned memory of a better happiness? Plague on him if he be dead, Plague on him if…Stephen Crane: And yet I have seen thee happy with me.
And yet I have seen thee happy with me. I am no fool To poll stupidly into iron. I have heard your quick breaths And seen your arms writhe toward me; At those times —God help us— I was…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: 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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