Poetry

This unique and meticulously edited collection of Stephen Crane's greatest poetical works includes:_x000D_ The Black Riders and Other Lines_x000D_ Black riders came from the sea_x000D_ Three little birds in a row_x000D_ In the desert_x000D_ Yes, I have a thousand tongues_x000D_ Once there came a man_x000D_ God fashioned the ship of the world carefully_x000D_ Mystic shadow, bending near me_x000D_ I looked here_x000D_ I stood upon a high place_x000D_ Should the wide world roll away_x000D_ In a lonely place_x000D_ And the sins of the fathers shall be_x000D_ If there is a witness to my little life_x000D_ There was a crimson clash of war_x000D_ Tell brave deeds of war_x000D_ Charity thou art a lie_x000D_ There were many who went in huddled procession_x000D_ In heaven_x000D_ A god in wrath_x000D_ A learned man came to me once_x000D_ There was, before me_x000D_ Once I saw mountains angry_x000D_ Places among the stars_x000D_ I saw a man pursuing the horizon_x000D_ Behold, the grave of a wicked man_x000D_ There was set before me a mighty hill_x000D_ A youth in apparel that glittered_x000D_ “Truth,” said a traveller_x000D_ Behold, from the land of the farther suns_x000D_ Supposing that I should have the courage_x000D_ Many workmen_x000D_ Two or three angels_x000D_ There was one I met upon the road_x000D_ I stood upon a highway_x000D_ A man saw a ball of gold in the sky_x000D_ I met a seer_x000D_ On the horizon the peaks assembled_x000D_ The ocean said to me once_x000D_ The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds_x000D_ And you love me_x000D_ Love walked alone_x000D_ I walked in a desert_x000D_ There came whisperings in the winds_x000D_ I was in the darkness_x000D_ Tradition, thou art for suckling children_x000D_ Many red devils ran from my heart…_x000D_ War is Kind:_x000D_ Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind_x000D_ What says the sea, little shell?_x000D_ To the maiden_x000D_ A little ink more or less!_x000D_ Have you ever made a just man?_x000D_ I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night_x000D_ I have heard the sunset song of the birches_x000D_ Fast rode the knight_x000D_ Forth went the candid man_x000D_ You tell me this is God?_x000D_ On the desert_x000D_ A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices_x000D_ The wayfarer_x000D_ A slant of sun on dull brown walls_x000D_ Once a man clambering to the housetops_x000D_ The successful man has thrust himself_x000D_ In the Night_x000D_ The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top…_x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_