The Complete Poetical Works of Stephen Crane: The Black Riders and Other Lines & War is Kind: 100+ Poems & Verses

By Stephen Crane

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The Black Riders and Other Lines
Black riders came from the sea
Three little birds in a row
In the desert
Yes, I have a thousand tongues
Once there came a man
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully
Mystic shadow, bending near me
I looked here
I stood upon a high place
Should the wide world roll away
In a lonely place
And the sins of the fathers shall be
If there is a witness to my little life
There was a crimson clash of war
Tell brave deeds of war
Charity thou art a lie
There were many who went in huddled procession
In heaven
A god in wrath
A learned man came to me once
There was, before me
Once I saw mountains angry
Places among the stars
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Behold, the grave of a wicked man
There was set before me a mighty hill
A youth in apparel that glittered
"Truth," said a traveller
Behold, from the land of the farther suns
Supposing that I should have the courage
Many workmen
Two or three angels
There was one I met upon the road
I stood upon a highway
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky
I met a seer
On the horizon the peaks assembled
The ocean said to me once
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
And you love me
Love walked alone
I walked in a desert
There came whisperings in the winds
I was in the darkness
Tradition, thou art for suckling children
Many red devils ran from my heart…
War is Kind:
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
The successful man has thrust himself
In the Night
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top…

• Language: English
• Publisher: e-artnow
• Release date: Feb 19, 2021
• ISBN: 4064066388393

Stephen Crane

Stephen Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey, in 1871. He died in Germany on June 5, 1900.

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Stephen Crane

The Complete Poetical Works of Stephen Crane

The Black Riders and Other Lines & War is Kind: 100+ Poems & Verses

e-artnow, 2021

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EAN  4064066388393

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The Black Riders and Other Lines

War is Kind

The Black Riders and Other Lines

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VII

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Black Riders came from the sea.

There was clang and clang of spear and shield,

And clash and clash of hoof and heel,

Wild shouts and the wave of hair

In the rush upon the wind:

Thus the ride of Sin.

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Three little birds in a row

Sat musing.

A man passed near that place.

Then did the little birds nudge each other.

They said, He thinks he can sing.

They threw back their heads to laugh,

With quaint countenances

They regarded him.

They were very curious,

Those three little birds in a row.

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In the desert

I saw a creature, naked, bestial,

Who, squatting upon the ground,

Held his heart in his hands,

And ate of it.

I said, Is it good, friend?

It is bitter--bitter, he answered;

"But I like it

Because it is bitter,

And because it is my heart."

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Yes, I have a thousand tongues,

And nine and ninety-nine lie.

Though I strive to use the one,

It will make no melody at my will,

But is dead in my mouth.

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Once there came a man

Who said,

Range me all men of the world in rows.

And instantly

There was terrific clamor among the people

Against being ranged in rows.

There was a loud quarrel, world-wide.

It endured for ages;

And blood was shed

By those who would not stand in rows,

And by those who pined to stand in rows,

Eventually, the man went to death, weeping.

And those who staid in bloody