Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
Alive with little froth-people
Singing.

To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
Superlative in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.

1. Two or three angels
2. Love walked alone
3. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel
4. "Think as I think," said a man
5. I was in the darkness

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