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. Love walked alone
2. I was in the darkness
3. Tell brave deeds of war
4. If there is a witness to my little life
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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