Author: Stephen Crane

Why do you strive for greatness, fool? Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, […]

There was a man who lived a life of fire. Even upon the fabric of time, Where purple becomes orange […]

The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood blood and torn grass Had marked the rise of his agony […]

A man went before a strange God The God of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, Fat […]

When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. […]

Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, […]

The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go […]

Many workmen Built a huge ball of masonry Upon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below, And turned […]

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom […]

There was set before me a mighty hill, And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had […]