Poem by Stephen Crane

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A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With thunderous blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
All people came running.
The man screamed and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
The people cried,
”Ah, what a wicked man!”
And --
”Ah, what a redoubtable god!”

1. Tradition, thou art for suckling children
2. I saw a man pursuing the horizon
3. In heaven
4. Mystic shadow, bending near me
5. There was crimson clash of war

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