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Poem by Stephen Crane


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Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Go pluck a bough and wear it.
It is as sufficing.

My Lord, there are certain barbarians
Who tilt their noses
As if the stars were flowers,
And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles.
Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes.

Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.



Stephen Crane


Stephen Crane's other poems:
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  2. I stood upon a highway
  3. A little ink more or less!
  4. There was set before me a mighty hill
  5. There was a man with tongue of wood


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