Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
”Will he prevail?”
”Surely,” replied this other;
”His grandfathers beat them many times.”
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers --
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains.

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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