Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I met a seer.
He held in his hands
The book of wisdom.
”Sir,” I addressed him,
”Let me read.”
”Child -- ” he began.
”Sir,” I said,
”Think not that I am a child,
For already I know much
Of that which you hold.
Aye, much.”

He smiled.
Then he opened the book
And held it before me. --
Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

1. Blustering God
2. A god in wrath
3. A little ink more or less!
4. There was a man and a woman
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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