Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Supposing that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
A gardened castle?
A flowery kingdom?

What? A hope?
Then hence with your red sword of virtue.

1. If there is a witness to my little life
2. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
3. To the maiden
4. The trees in the garden rained flowers
5. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?

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