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In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter--bitter," he answered; "But I like it "Because it is bitter, "And because it is my heart." --
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poetry
heart
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Stephen Crane |
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A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
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universe
poetry
meaning
purpose
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Stephen Crane |
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When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples.
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mankind
naturalism
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Stephen Crane |
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It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.
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war
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Stephen Crane |
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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 sand and trees?
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meaning
spirituality
purpose
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Stephen Crane |
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When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me."
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suicide
heaven
death
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Stephen Crane |
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Tell her this And more,-- That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.
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king-neptune
the-ocean
the-sea
drowning
neptune
poseidon
sea
ocean
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Stephen Crane |
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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.
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christianity
religion
god
chapel
sabbath
catholicism
sunday
church
angels
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Stephen Crane |
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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."
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Stephen Crane |
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But I like it
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When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands-- But the scene is grey."
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good-and-evil
morality
wisdom
black-and-white
gray
grey
white
knowledge
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Stephen Crane |
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The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.
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Stephen Crane |
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A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin;
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Stephen Crane |
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Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.
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Stephen Crane |
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XXIV I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never-"
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Stephen Crane |
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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.
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Stephen Crane |
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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.
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writing
value
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Stephen Crane |
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XXVIII "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; "Often have I been to it, "Even to its highest tower, "From whence the world looks black." "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a breath, a wind, "A shadow, a phantom; "Long have I pursued it, "But never have I touched "The hem of its garment." And I believed the second traveller; For truth was to me A breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom,
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Stephen Crane |
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Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
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Stephen Crane |
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But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon the roofs to witness the collision.
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Stephen Crane |
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A serious prophet upon predicting a flood should be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that he was indeed a seer.
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religion
prophets
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Stephen Crane |
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The girl, Maggie, blossomed in a mud puddle.
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Stephen Crane |
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A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
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universe
society
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Stephen Crane |
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Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son,
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stephen crane |
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So it came to pass that as he trudged from the place of blood and wrath his soul changed.
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Stephen Crane |
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They were going to look at war, the red animal--war, the blood-swollen god.
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Stephen Crane |
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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.
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Stephen Crane |
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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die.
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Stephen Crane |
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Every sin is the result of a collaboration
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Stephen Crane |
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A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dinghy one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dinghy.
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Stephen Crane |
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There were many who went in huddled procession, They knew not wither, But, at any rate, success or calamity Would 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.
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Stephen Crane |
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The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.
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Stephen Crane |
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The lieutenant, returning from a tour after a bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind new and portentous oaths suited to the emergency. Strings of expletives he swung lashlike over the backs of his men, and it was evident that his previous efforts had in nowise impaired his resources.
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Stephen Crane |
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Nevertheless, he had, on a certain star-lit evening, said wonderingly and quite reverently: "Deh moon looks like hell, don't it?"
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humor
naturalism
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Stephen Crane |
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Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It was a goddess, radiant, that bended its form with an imperious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white, hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes. Because no harm could come to it he endowed it with power. He kept near, as if it could be a saver of l..
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Stephen Crane |
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The correspondent wondered ingenuously how in the name of all that was sane could there be people who thought it amusing to row a boat. It was not an amusement; it was a diabolical punishment, and even a genius of mental aberrations could never conclude that it was anything but a horror to the muscles and a crime against the back.
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Stephen Crane |
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He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks-- an existence of soft and eternal peace.
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Stephen Crane |
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XXVI There was set before me a mighty hill, And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-view, It seemed my labor
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Stephen Crane |
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A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
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Stephen Crane |
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The maddened four men followed frantically, for it is better to be in the presence of the awful than only within hearing. ("The Black Dog")"
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hearing
horror
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Stephen Crane |
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To her the earth was composed of hardships and insults. She felt instant admiration for a man who openly defied it. She thought that if the grim angel of death should clutch his heart, Pete would shrug his shoulders and say, "Oh, ev'ryt'ing goes." She anticipated that he would come again shortly. She spent some of her week's pay in the purchase of flowered cretonne for a lambrequin. She made it with infinite care, and hung it to the slightl..
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Stephen Crane |
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There was a man with tongue of wood who essayed to sing, and in truth it was lamentable; but there was one who heard the clip-clapper of this tongue of wood,
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Stephen Crane |
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His feet where retarded.
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Stephen Crane |
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She thinks my name is Freddie, you know, but of course it ain't. I always tell these people some name like that, because if they got onto your right name they might use it sometime. Understand?
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