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Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)


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The ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on the shore
Is a woman, weeping.
I have watched her.
Go you and tell her this --
Her lover I have laid
In cool green hall.
There is wealth of golden sand
And pillars, coral-red;
Two white fish stand guard at his bier.

"Tell her this
And more --
That the king of the seas
Weeps too, old, helpless man.
The bustling fates
Heap his hands with corpses
Until he stands like a child
With a surplus of toys."



Stephen Crane's other poems:
  1. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
  2. Tell brave deeds of war
  3. Supposing that I should have the courage
  4. When a people reach the top of a hill
  5. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?


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