Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
Alive with little froth-people
Singing.

To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
Superlative in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.

1. You tell me this is God?
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. Blustering God
4. If there is a witness to my little life
5. There came whisperings in the winds

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