Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then --
But, alas, we all are babes.

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

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