Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange
To write in this red muck
Of things from my heart.

1. On the horizon the peaks assembled
2. A spirit sped
3. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
4. The ocean said to me once
5. Walking in the sky

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