Poems by Stephen Crane

Poems by Stephen Crane

War is Kind, by Stephen Crane

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

The Wayfarer, by Stephen Crane

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

A Woman's Arms, by Stephen Crane

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