then & now the realist
Stephen Crane (1865-1910)
stephen crane
Black Riders Came From The Sea - Poem by Stephen Crane
And near it, a stern spirit.
There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
"No flowers for him," he said.
The maid wept:
"Ah, I loved him."
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
"No flowers for him."
Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?
Blustering God, - Poem by Stephen Crane
Blustering God,
Stamping across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear You not.
No, though from Your highest heaven
You plunge Your spear at my heart,
I fear You not.
No, not if the blow
Is as the lightning blasting a tree,
I fear You not, puffing braggart.
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If Thou canst see into my heart
That I fear Thee not,
Thou wilt see why I fear Thee not,
And why it is right.
So threaten not, Thou, with Thy bloody spears,
Else Thy sublime ears shall hear curses.
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Withal, there is One whom I fear:
I fear to see grief upon that face.
Perchance, friend, He is not your God;
If so, spit upon Him.
By it you will do no profanity.
But I --
Ah, sooner would I die
Than see tears in those eyes of my soul.
Black Waves - Poem by Stephen Crane
Black Waves - Poem by Stephen Crane
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;
Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of the black waves
For long and in loneliness.
stephen crane (1865-1910
p-a maid getting swep away from a man
c-wicked man,stern spirit
a-scared and straight fofrward
s-the maid wept he said,i love him
t-black riders came from the sea ,love
t-talks about what a made and a spirit wiht a man