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
rain rivers clouds
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
land names sea
If I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned, why in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate land and trees?
eye men hands
A learned man came to me once. He said, "I know the way, -- come." And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, "I am lost.
fate soldier enemy
And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends.
men saws horizon
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
heart voice soul
The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.
mysterious fraternity danger
A mysterious fraternity born out of smoke and danger of death.
men teeth finals
It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.
men literature world
It perhaps might be said--if any one dared--that the most worthless literature of the world has been that which has been written by the men of one nation concerning the men of another.
gone golden process
It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.
pain joy opinion
There is nothing- No life, No joy, No pain- There is nothing save opinion, And opinion be damned.
angel two long
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.
men thinking wicked
Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.
lying half tradition
Half of tradition is a lie.