Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Once, I knew a fine song,
-- It is true, believe me --
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, ”Come back, little thoughts!”
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.

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. There was a man who lived a life of fire
  5. When the prophet, a complacent fat man




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