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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.



Stephen Crane's other poems:
  1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
  2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
  3. You tell me this is God?
  4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
  5. In the night


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