Stephen Crane Poems

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Stephen Crane
Stephen Crane (November 1, 1871 June 5, 1900) was an American novelist, poet and journalist, best known for the novel Red Badge of Courage. The novel introduced for most readers Crane's strikingly original prose, an intensely rendered mix of impressionism, naturalism and symbolism. He died at age 28 in Badenweiler, Baden, Germany. Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey, the fourteenth child of a Methodist minister. His father died in 1880 and Crane was raised by his devout mother, who died in 1890. Crane studied at Lafayette College and Syracuse University, but attained degrees from neither. After his mother's death Crane moved to New York City, where he lived a bohemian life working as a free-lance writer and journalist. He wrote articles for, among others, the New York Tribune. Crane observed the poor in the Bowery slums as research for his first novel, Maggie: A Girl of the Streets (1893), a milestone in uncompromising realism and in the early development of literary naturalism. Crane was forced to print the book with money borrowed from his brother, and released it under the pseudonym "Johnston Smith." It was not a commercial success or favored by most critics of the time, though it won the admiration of Hamlin Garland and William Dean Howells.

in heaven
 
 
XVIII

In Heaven,
Some little blades of grass
Stood before God.
"What did ... [read poem]
wishes to his (supposed) mistress
 
 
Who e'er she be
That not impossible she
That shall command my heart and me;

Wh... [read poem]
a hymn to the name and honour of the admirable saint teresa
 
 
Love, thou are absolute sole lord
Of life and death. To prove the word,
We'll now appeal t... [read poem]
the flaming heart
 
 
....

O heart, the equal poise of love's both parts,
Big alike with wounds and darts... [read poem]
a man said to the universe
 
 
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact... [read poem]
divine epigrams: on the baptized ethiopian
 
 
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
To wash an Ethiope;
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin ... [read poem]
two went up into the temple to pray
 
 
Two went to pray? O rather say
One went to brag, th' other to pray:

One stands up... [read poem]
in the holy nativity of our lord
 
 
Come we shepherds whose blest sight
Hath met love's noon in nature's night;
Come lift we u... [read poem]
on mr. g. herbert's book
 
 
Know you fair, on what you look;
Divinest love lies in this book,
Expecting fire from your... [read poem]
divine epigrams: on the miracle of the multiplied loaves
 
 
See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound... [read poem]
divine epigrams: to our lord, upon the water made wine
 
 
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy ... [read poem]
divine epigrams: samson to his delilah
 
 
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.
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