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| Stephen Crane
War is Kind and Other Lines
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| Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. |
| "What says the sea, little shell? |
| To the maiden |
| A little ink more or less! |
| "Have you ever made a just man?" |
| I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, |
| "I have heard the sunset song of the birches, |
| Fast rode the knight |
| Forth went the candid man |
| You tell me this is God? |
| On the desert |
| A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices |
| The wayfarer, |
| A slant of sun on dull brown walls, |
| Once a man clambering to the housetops |
| There was a man with tongue of wood |
| The successful man has thrust himself |
| In the night |
| The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top |
| The impact of a dollar upon the heart |
| A man said to the universe: |
| When the prophet, a complacent fat man, |
| There was a land where lived no violets. |
| Ay, workman, make me a dream, |
| Each small gleam was a voice, |
| The trees in the garden rained flowers. |
| When a people reach the top of a hill, |
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