English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was crimson clash of war. Стивен Крейн.

Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering.
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?"
Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamour of tongues,
That still the reason was not.

Stephen Crane’s other poems:

1. With eye and with gesture
2. When the prophet, a complacent fat man
3. The ocean said to me once
4. To the maiden
5. Tell brave deeds of war

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