Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Go pluck a bough and wear it.
It is as sufficing.

My Lord, there are certain barbarians
Who tilt their noses
As if the stars were flowers,
And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles.
Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes.

Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.

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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