Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

The Way Your Little Finger Moved

AH, God, the way your little finger moved
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God--that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved. 

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Blustering God
3. You tell me this is God?
4. There came whisperings in the winds
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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