Stephen Crane
Stephen Crane
Stephen Cranewas an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. Prolific throughout his short life, he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. He is recognized by modern critics as one of the most innovative writers of his generation...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 November 1871
CityNewark, NJ
darkness let-me
Let me into the darkness again.
art children men
Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes, But no meat for men is in thee.
lying men eagles
Swift blazing flag of the regiment,Eagle with crest of red and gold,These men were born to drill and die.Point for them the virtue of slaughter,Make plain to them the excellence of killingAnd a field where a thousand corpses lie.
said new-roads rate
There were many who went in huddled procession,They knew not wither,But, at any rate, success or calamityWould attend all in equality.There was one who sought a new road,He went into direful thickets,And ultimately he died thus, alone;But they said he had courage.
wise men might
A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.
rain rivers clouds
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
land names sea
If I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned, why in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate land and trees?
eye men hands
A learned man came to me once. He said, "I know the way, -- come." And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, "I am lost.
fate soldier enemy
And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends.
men saws horizon
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
heart voice soul
The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.
mysterious fraternity danger
A mysterious fraternity born out of smoke and danger of death.
men teeth finals
It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.
men literature world
It perhaps might be said--if any one dared--that the most worthless literature of the world has been that which has been written by the men of one nation concerning the men of another.