Poems by Stephen Crane

Poems by Stephen Crane

Black Waves, by Stephen Crane

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

The Book of Wisdom, by Stephen Crane

I met a seer.
He held in his hands
The book of wisdom.
"Sir, " I addressed him,
"Let me read...

Courage, by Stephen Crane

There were many who went in huddled procession,
They knew not whither;
But, at any rate, su...

Distant Beauty, by Stephen Crane

There was, before me,
Mile upon mile
Of snow, ice, burning sand.
And yet I could look beyo...

The King of the Seas, by Stephen Crane

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

A Life of Fire, by Stephen Crane

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

More Tender Lands, by Stephen Crane

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

Once Loved, by Stephen Crane

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

A Rite in the Desert, by Stephen Crane

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

The Successful Man, by Stephen Crane

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

Things from My Heart, by Stephen Crane

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

Thy White Arms, by Stephen Crane

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

Truth, by Stephen Crane

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

The Voice of God, by Stephen Crane

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

War, by Stephen Crane

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