Author: Stephen Crane

A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To […]

If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing […]

A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys Of […]

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one […]

“What says the sea, little shell? What says the sea? Long has our brother been silent to us, Kept his […]

When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: “Woe to my knowledge! I intended to […]

And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come […]

Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus of […]

To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked, The sea was […]

Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of […]

The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes Bloody mistakes; Slimed with […]

Mystic shadow, bending near me, Who art thou? Whence come ye? And tell me is it fair Or is the […]

The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He […]

“I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel […]

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, […]

I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.” […]

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; He climbed for it, And eventually he achieved it It […]

There was a land where lived no violets. A traveller at once demanded : “Why?” The people told him: “Once […]

Once, I knew a fine song, It is true, believe me It was all of birds, And I held them […]

Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, […]