Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A forgotten sky of bashful blue.

Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men --
A cluttered incoherency that says at the stars:
”O God, save us!”

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. There was set before me a mighty hill
3. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
4. Blustering God
5. Two or three angels

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