Poem by Stephen Crane

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The sage lectured brilliantly.
Before him, two images:
”Now this one is a devil,
And this one is me.”
He turned away.
Then a cunning pupil
Changed the positions.

Turned the sage again:
”Now this one is a devil,
And this one is me.”
The pupils sat, all grinning,
And rejoiced in the game.
But the sage was a sage.

1. There was a man and a woman
2. A spirit sped
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
5. If I should cast off this tattered coat

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