Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Once there was a man --
Oh, so wise!
In all drink
He detected the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
At last he cried thus:
”There is nothing --
No life,
No joy,
No pain --
There is nothing save opinion,
And opinion be damned.”

1. Blustering God
2. The trees in the garden rained flowers
3. I walked in a desert
4. Walking in the sky
5. I stood upon a highway

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