Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange
To write in this red muck
Of things from my heart.

1. There was set before me a mighty hill
2. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
3. Blustering God
4. Two or three angels
5. Ay, workman, make me a dream

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