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Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)


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A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
”God! God!”
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
Ever calling,
”God! God!”
Their echoes
From crevice and cavern
Mocked him:
”God! God! God!”
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
”God! God!”
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
”Ah, there is no God!”
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
Smote him,
And he was dead.



Stephen Crane's other poems:
  1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
  2. In the night
  3. If there is a witness to my little life
  4. And you love me
  5. The trees in the garden rained flowers


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