Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing’s striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;
Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.

Remember, thou, O ship of love,
Thou leavest a far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.

1. Upon the road of my life
2. The successful man has thrust himself
3. Supposing that I should have the courage
4. When the prophet, a complacent fat man
5. The ocean said to me once

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