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

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