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. Blustering God
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. You tell me this is God?
4. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
5. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?

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