Author: Stephen Crane

The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. “Ha,” he said, […]

There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who […]

A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over […]

There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there […]

Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion […]

Charity thou art a lie, A toy of women, A pleasure of certain men. In the presence of justice, Lo, […]

The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there […]

The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white […]

A learned man came to me once. He said, “I know the way, come.” And I was overjoyed at this. […]

“Think as I think,” said a man, “Or you are abominably wicked; You are a toad.” And after I had […]

In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: “Sir, what […]

Should the wide world roll away, Leaving black terror, Limitless night, Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand Would […]

There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all this, […]

I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream […]

“Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales, “There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I […]

The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds; The leaden thunders crashed. A worshipper raised his arm. “Hearken! Hearken! The voice […]

A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A […]

I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, And carousing in sin. One looked up, […]

I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth […]

There came whisperings in the winds: “Good-bye! Good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: “Good-bye! Good-bye!” Then I stretched forth […]