English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?. Стивен Крейн.

Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Go pluck a bough and wear it.
It is as sufficing.

My Lord, there are certain barbarians
Who tilt their noses
As if the stars were flowers,
And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles.
Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes.

Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.

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. You tell me this is God?
5. Once I saw mountains angry

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