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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. "Have you ever made a just man?"
  2. A little ink more or less!
  3. There was set before me a mighty hill
  4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
  5. I have heard the sunset song of the birches


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