Poems by Stephen Crane

The successful man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistake...

God lay dead in Heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Purple winds went moaning,
Their w...

The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly ...

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And ...

There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wonderi...

The livid lightning flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
A worshipper raised hi...

"Truth, " said a traveller,
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Often have I been to it,
Even t...

Should the wide world roll away,
Leaving Black Terror,
Limitless night,
Nor God, nor man, ...

Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash...

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwind...

On the desert
A silence from the moon's deepest valley.
Fire rays fall athwart the robes
Of ho...

I have seen thy face aflame
For love of me,
Thy fair arms go mad,
Thy lips tremble and mutte...

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Why do you stand, expectant?
Do you hope to see i...

There was a man who lived a life of fire.
Even upon the fabric of Time,
Where purple becomes o...

The Ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on the shore
Is a woman, weeping.
I have watched h...