Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,
"I see that none has passed here
In a long time."
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."

Stephen Crane’s other poems:

  1. With eye and with gesture
  2. There was a man who lived a life of fire
  3. When the prophet, a complacent fat man
  4. There was a great cathedral
  5. The ocean said to me once




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