Author: Stephen Crane

A little ink more or less! I surely can’t matter? Even the sky and the opulent sea, The plains and […]

I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the […]

Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind When he looked about him he was in a […]

Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be […]

Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with […]

On the desert A silence from the moon’s deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat […]

There were many who went in huddled procession, They knew not whither; But, at any rate, success or calamity Would […]

Supposing that I should have the courage To let a red sword of virtue Plunge into my heart, Letting to […]

A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from […]

Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will […]