Some Poems by Stephen Crane

You say you are holy

You say you are holy,

And that

Because I have not seen you sin.

Aye, but there are those

Who see you sin, my friend.                  

                                                    Stephen Crane

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Huge Ball

Many workmen

Built a huge ball of masonry

Upon a mountain-top.

Then they went to the valley below,

And turned to behold their work.

"It is grand," they said;

They loved the thing.

Of a sudden, it moved:

It came upon them swiftly;

It crushed them all to blood.

But some had opportunity to squeal.

                                                    Stephen Crane

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Truth

"Truth," said a traveller,

"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;

Often have I been to it,

Even to its highest tower,

From whence the world looks black."

 

"Truth," said a traveller,

"Is a breath, a wind,

A shadow, a phantom;

Long have I pursued it,

But never have I touched

The hem of its garment."

 

And I believed the second traveller;

For truth was to me

A breath, a wind,

A shadow, a phantom,

And never had I touched

The hem of its garment.

                                                    Stephen Crane

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Charity

Charity thou art a lie,

A toy of women,

A pleasure of certain men.

In the presence of justice,

 

Lo, the walls of the temple

Are visible

Through thy form of sudden shadows.

                                                    Stephen Crane

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The Procession

There were many who went in huddled procession,

They knew not whither;

But, at any rate, success or calamity

Would attend all in equality.

 

There was one who sought a new road.

He went into direful thickets,

And ultimately he died thus, alone;

But they said he had courage.

                                                    Stephen Crane

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Learned Man

A learned man came to me once.

He said, "I know the way, — come."

And I was overjoyed at this.

Together we hastened.

 

Soon, too soon, were we

Where my eyes were useless,

And I knew not the ways of my feet.

 

I clung to the hand of my friend;

But at last he cried, "I am lost."

                                                    Stephen Crane

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