Stephen Crane
Stephen Crane
Stephen Cranewas an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. Prolific throughout his short life, he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. He is recognized by modern critics as one of the most innovative writers of his generation...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 November 1871
CityNewark, NJ
Doubtless there are other roads.
war hands lovers
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the skyAnd the affrighted steed ran on alone,Do not weep.War is kind.
eye trying answers
He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.
night men wind
When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.
summer men hands
Such an assemblage of the spraddle-legged men of the middle class, whose hands were bent and shoulders stooped from delving and constructing, had never appeared to an Asbury Park summer crowd, and the latter was vaguely amused.
running pain saws
He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.
suicide sky people
When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.
men affection stage
The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.
darkness let-me
Let me into the darkness again.
art children men
Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes, But no meat for men is in thee.
lying men eagles
Swift blazing flag of the regiment,Eagle with crest of red and gold,These men were born to drill and die.Point for them the virtue of slaughter,Make plain to them the excellence of killingAnd a field where a thousand corpses lie.
weed truth knives
The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. "Ha," he said, "I see that none has passed here In a long time." Later he saw that each weed Was a singular knife. "Well," he mumbled at last, "Doubtless there are other roads.
said new-roads rate
There were many who went in huddled procession,They knew not wither,But, at any rate, success or calamityWould attend all in equality.There was one who sought a new road,He went into direful thickets,And ultimately he died thus, alone;But they said he had courage.
wise men might
A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.