Behold, The Grave Of A Wicked Man Poem by Stephen Crane
Behold, The Grave Of A Wicked Man
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.
There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
"No flowers for him," he said.
The maid wept:
"Ah, I loved him."
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
"No flowers for him."
Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?
Lovely poem with a captivating narrative. True love has its own way and it does not get scared of superfluous allegations or aspersions. Nicely crafted. Thanks.
This is one of the best piece have read so far. So many people may not know why, but i get the message the writer passing, leaving the readers a question to debate on.
Ye who asprire to write verse - look here! Foolish words, empty gestures, cannot airbrush the true word.
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4/18/2024 9:02:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
One of the best poems on love which knows no bounds, never sits on judgement!