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. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Two or three angels
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Ay, workman, make me a dream
5. I walked in a desert

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