Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

The Way Your Little Finger Moved

AH, God, the way your little finger moved
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God--that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved. 

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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