Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Once, I knew a fine song,
-- It is true, believe me --
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, ”Come back, little thoughts!”
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.

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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