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by Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place

 I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning, And said, "Comrade! Brother!"


by Stephen Crane

There was crimson clash of war

 There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering.
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?" Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamour of tongues, That still the reason was not.


by Stephen Crane

To the maiden

 To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
Alive with little froth-people
Singing.
To the sailor, wrecked, The sea was dead grey walls Superlative in vacancy, Upon which nevertheless at fateful time Was written The grim hatred of nature.


by Stephen Crane

Ay workman make me a dream

 Ay, workman, make me a dream,
A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers.
Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
And -- good workman -- And let there be a man walking thereon.


by Stephen Crane

There were many who went in huddled procession

 There were many who went in huddled procession,
They knew not whither;
But, at any rate, success or calamity
Would attend all in equality.
There was one who sought a new road.
He went into direful thickets, And ultimately he died thus, alone; But they said he had courage.


by Stephen Crane

It was wrong to do this said the angel

 "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.
" "Not so," quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; "It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins.
"


by Stephen Crane

Think as I think said a man

 "Think as I think," said a man,
"Or you are abominably wicked;
You are a toad.
" And after I had thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.
"


by Stephen Crane

A learned man came to me once

 A learned man came to me once.
He said, "I know the way, -- come.
" And I was overjoyed at this.
Together we hastened.
Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet.
I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, "I am lost.
"


by Stephen Crane

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky

 A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it --
It was clay.
Now this is the strange part: When the man went to the earth And looked again, Lo, there was the ball of gold.
Now this is the strange part: It was a ball of gold.
Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold.


by Stephen Crane

Charity thou art a lie

 Charity thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A pleasure of certain men.
In the presence of justice, Lo, the walls of the temple Are visible Through thy form of sudden shadows.


by 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 sight from his eyes.
"My good fool," said a learned bystander, "Your operations are mad.
" "You are too candid," cried the candid man, And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander It was two sticks.


by Stephen Crane

And the sins of the fathers shall be

 "And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me.
" Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture; Wicked image, I hate thee; So, strike with thy vengeance The heads of those little men Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.


by Stephen Crane

A spirit sped

 A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
"God! God!"
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
Ever calling,
"God! God!"
Their echoes
From crevice and cavern
Mocked him:
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
"God! God!"
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
Smote him,
And he was dead.


by Stephen Crane

Love walked alone

 Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help, For his name was heart's pain.


by Stephen Crane

A man went before a strange God

 A man went before a strange God --
The God of many men, sadly wise.
And the deity thundered loudly, Fat with rage, and puffing.
"Kneel, mortal, and cringe And grovel and do homage To My Particularly Sublime Majesty.
" The man fled.
Then the man went to another God -- The God of his inner thoughts.
And this one looked at him With soft eyes Lit with infinite comprehension, And said, "My poor child!"


by Stephen Crane

I met a seer

 I met a seer.
He held in his hands The book of wisdom.
"Sir," I addressed him, "Let me read.
" "Child -- " he began.
"Sir," I said, "Think not that I am a child, For already I know much Of that which you hold.
Aye, much.
" He smiled.
Then he opened the book And held it before me.
-- Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.


by 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 riot of silver lights, And the gold of the knight's good banner Still waved on a castle wall.
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.
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.
A horse, Blowing, staggering, bloody thing, Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
A horse Dead at foot of castle wall.


by Stephen Crane

A man said to the universe:

 A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.
"


by Stephen Crane

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

 I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said, "You can never -" "You lie," he cried, And ran on.


by 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.
These things have I lived," quoth the maniac, "Possessing only eyes and ears.
But you -- You don green spectacles before you look at roses.
"


by Stephen Crane

Truth said a traveller

 "Truth," said a traveller,
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Often have I been to it,
Even to its highest tower,
From whence the world looks black.
" "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom; Long have I pursued it, But never have I touched The hem of its garment.
" And I believed the second traveller; For truth was to me A breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom, And never had I touched The hem of its garment.


by Stephen Crane

A man feared that he might find an assassin

 A man feared that he might find an assassin;
Another that he might find a victim.
One was more wise than the other.


by Stephen Crane

God lay dead in heaven

 God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Purple winds went moaning,
Their wings drip-dripping
With blood
That fell upon the earth.
It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank.
Then from the far caverns Of dead sins Came monsters, livid with desire.
They fought, Wrangled over the world, A morsel.
But of all sadness this was sad -- A woman's arms tried to shield The head of a sleeping man From the jaws of the final beast.


by Stephen Crane

In a lonely place

 In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me: "Sir, what is this?" Then I saw that I was greater, Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once, "Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
" The sage looked upon me with admiration.


by Stephen Crane

Black riders came from the sea

 Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of hoof and heel, Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind: Thus the ride of sin.