Stephen Crane

Love walked alone Poem  ………………. by Stephen Crane _______________________________________________________________________________________ Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet,And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion to her,But, alas, he was no help,For his name was heart’s pain. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Stephen Crane – Wikipedia Stephen Crane – Poet | Academy of American Poets Buy Stephen … Read more…

Many red devils ran from my heart Poem  ………………. by Stephen Crane _______________________________________________________________________________________ Many red devils ran from my heartAnd out upon the page,They were so tinyThe pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strangeTo write in this red muckOf things from my heart. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Stephen Crane – Wikipedia Stephen Crane … Read more…

Many workmen Poem  ………………. by Stephen Crane _______________________________________________________________________________________ Many workmenBuilt a huge ball of masonryUpon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below,And turned to behold their work. “It is grand,” they said;They loved the thing. Of a sudden, it moved:It came upon them swiftly;It crushed them all to blood. But some had opportunity to … Read more…

Mystic shadow bending near me Poem  ………………. by Stephen Crane _______________________________________________________________________________________ Mystic shadow, bending near me,Who art thou?Whence come ye?And — tell me — is it fairOr is the truth bitter as eaten fire? Tell me!Fear not that I should quaver. For I dare — I dare. Then, tell me! _______________________________________________________________________________________ Stephen Crane – Wikipedia Stephen … Read more…

On the desert Poem  ………………. by Stephen Crane _______________________________________________________________________________________ On the desertA silence from the moon’s deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robesOf hooded men, squat and dumb. Before them, a womanMoves to the blowing of shrill whistlesAnd distant thunder of drums,While mystic things, sinuous, dull with terrible colour,Sleepily fondle her bodyOr move at her … Read more…