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Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)


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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.



Stephen Crane's other poems:
  1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
  2. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
  3. You tell me this is God?
  4. There came whisperings in the winds
  5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night


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