English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Стивен Крейн.

Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Why do you stand, expectant?
Do you hope to see it
In one of your withered days?
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The triumphal march of justice?
Do not wait, friend!
Take your white beard
And your old eyes
To more tender lands.

Stephen Crane’s other poems:

1. With eye and with gesture
2. The ocean said to me once
3. Tell brave deeds of war
4. Once I saw mountains angry
5. I stood upon a highway

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