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      moderator emeritus jacobo's Avatar
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      Dec 2003
      little mexico

      Stephen Crane poems...

      here are my favorites... i think this guy is awsome.

      In the desert
      I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
      Who, squatting upon the ground,
      Held his heart in his hands,
      And ate of it.
      I said: "Is it good, friend?"
      "It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
      "But I like it
      Because it is bitter,
      And because it is my heart."

      -Stephen Crane

      A man said to the universe:
      "Sir I exist!"
      "However," replied the universe,
      "The fact has not created in me
      A sense of obligation."

      -Stephen Crane

      A man went before a strange God --
      The God of many men, sadly wise.
      And the deity thundered loudly,
      Fat with rage, and puffing.
      "Kneel, mortal, and cringe
      And grovel and do homage
      To My Particularly Sublime Majesty."

      The man fled.

      Then the man went to another God --
      The God of his inner thoughts.
      And this one looked at him
      With soft eyes
      Lit with infinite comprehension,
      And said, "My poor child!"

      -Stephen Crane


      Blustering God,
      Stamping across the sky
      With loud swagger,
      I fear You not.
      No, though from Your highest heaven
      You plunge Your spear at my heart,
      I fear You not.
      No, not if the blow
      Is as the lightning blasting a tree,
      I fear You not, puffing braggart.


      If Thou canst see into my heart
      That I fear Thee not,
      Thou wilt see why I fear Thee not,
      And why it is right.
      So threaten not, Thou, with Thy bloody spears,
      Else Thy sublime ears shall hear curses.


      Withal, there is One whom I fear:
      I fear to see grief upon that face.
      Perchance, friend, He is not your God;
      If so, spit upon Him.
      By it you will do no profanity.
      But I --
      Ah, sooner would I die
      Than see tears in those eyes of my soul.

      -Stephen Crane

      I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
      Round and round they sped.
      I was disturbed at this;
      I accosted the man.
      "It is futile," I said,
      "You can never -- "

      "You lie," he cried,
      And ran on.

      -Stephen Crane

      Many red devils ran from my heart
      And out upon the page,
      They were so tiny
      The pen could mash them.
      And many struggled in the ink.
      It was strange
      To write in this red muck
      Of things from my heart.

      -Stephen Crane
      clear eyes. strong hands.

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      bleak... nerve's Avatar
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      I really like the last one...

      Ignorant bliss is an oxymoron; but so is miserable truth.


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