Ah, God, the way your little finger moved

More poems by Stephen Crane

• 'Scaped

  Once I knew a fine song,
  —It is true, believe me,—
  It was all of birds, …

• Ancestry

  Once I saw mountains angry,
  And ranged in battle-front.
  Against them stood a little man; …

• Content

  A Youth in apparel that glittered
  Went to walk in a grim forest.
  There he met an assassin …

• I Explain

  I Explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
  The sweep of each sad lost wave,
  The dwindling boom of the steel thing’s striving, …

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