Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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A man toiled on a burning road,
Never resting.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
Grinning at him from a green place.
The man cried out in rage,
"Ah! Do not deride me, fool!
I know you --
All day stuffing your belly,
Burying your heart
In grass and tender sprouts:
It will not suffice you."
But the ass only grinned at him from the green place.

1. If there is a witness to my little life
2. To the maiden
3. There was, before me
4. Two or three angels
5. Walking in the sky

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