Stephen Crane Poems

A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,
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Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech:
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A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With thunderous blows
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A man toiled on a burning road,
Never resting.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
Grinning at him from a green place.
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"It was wrong to do this," said the angel.
"You should live like a flower,
Holding malice like a puppy,
Waging war like a lambkin."
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A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
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A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it --
It was clay.
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A learned man came to me once.
He said, "I know the way, -- come."
And I was overjoyed at this.
Together we hastened.
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Blustering God,
Stamping across the sky
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