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
war father yellow
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,Raged at his breast, gulped and died,Do not weep.War is kind.
war lying fighting
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
war hands lovers
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the skyAnd the affrighted steed ran on alone,Do not weep.War is kind.
mother war heart
Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.
dream kings war
These stupid peasants, who, throughout the world, hold potentates on their thrones, make statesmen illustrious, provide generals with lasting victories, all with ignorance, indifference, or half-witted hatred, moving the world with the strength of their arms, and getting their heads knocked together in the name of God, the king, or the stock exchange-immortal, dreaming, hopeless asses, who surrender their reason to the care of a shining puppet, and persuade some toy to carry their lives in his purse.
cannot choose flew god plant standard
You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew
feared man might wiser
A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other.
created fact man obligation replied
A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation
badge courage red wishes
He wishes that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage.
feature
It's not a big feature of our life.
hands
I don't like my hands tied. I am in misery. What did I say I am?
struggle littles tiny
If there is a witness to my little life,To my tiny throes and struggles,He sees a fool;And it is not fine for gods to menace fools.
strong lying home
Unwind my riddle.Cruel as hawks the hours fly;Wounded men seldom come home to die;The hard waves see an arm flung high;Scorn hits strong because of a lie;Yet there exists a mystic tie.Unwind my riddle.
lying wine dark
The word is clear only to the kind who on peak or plain, from dark northern ice-fields to the hot wet jungles, through all wine and want, through lies and unfamiliar truth, dark or light, are governed by the unknown gods, and though each man knows the law, no man may give tongue to it.