Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.

Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the stars --
Yellow light tore sight from his eyes.

”My good fool,” said a learned bystander,
”Your operations are mad.”

”You are too candid,” cried the candid man,
And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander
It was two sticks.

1. Two or three angels
2. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel
3. A man toiled on a burning road
4. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
5. Love walked alone

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