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. "Have you ever made a just man?"
2. I have heard the sunset song of the birches
3. On the desert
4. A spirit sped
5. Should the wide world roll away

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