Stephen Crane

(November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900 / New Jersey)

Stephen Crane Poems

1. My Cross! 3/20/2015
2. Courage 1/5/2015
3. The Chatter Of A Death-Demon From A Tree-Top 4/2/2010
4. Tradition, Thou Art For Suckling Children 1/1/2004
5. Once A Man Clambering To The Housetops 1/1/2004
6. There Was A Great Cathedral 1/1/2004
7. There Was A Man With Tongue Of Wood 1/1/2004
8. There Was A Land Where Lived No Violets 1/1/2004
9. There Came Whisperings In The Winds 1/1/2004
10. It Was Wrong To Do This, Said The Angel 4/2/2010
11. Once, I Knew A Fine Song, 1/1/2004
12. Friend, Your White Beard Sweeps The Ground 1/1/2004
13. The Man 4/2/2010
14. When A People Reach The Top Of A Hill, 1/1/2004
15. There Was A Man And A Woman 1/1/2004
16. In A Lonely Place, 1/1/2004
17. The Chatter Of A Death-Demon From A Tree-Top 1/1/2004
18. The Peaks 4/2/2010
19. On The Horizon The Peaks Assembled 1/1/2004
20. There Was One I Met Upon The Road 1/1/2004
21. There Was A Man Who Lived A Life Of Fire 1/1/2004
22. The Sage Lectured Brilliantly 1/1/2004
23. There Were Many Who Went In Huddled Procession 1/1/2004
24. Mystic Shadow 1/1/2004
25. Many Workmen 1/1/2004
26. The Black Riders 4/2/2010
27. Why Do You Strive For Greatness, Fool? 1/1/2004
28. The Successful Man Has Thrust Himself 1/1/2004
29. No Violets 4/2/2010
30. If There Is A Witness To My Little Life 4/2/2010
31. With Eye And With Gesture 1/1/2004
32. To The Maiden 1/1/2004
33. The Impact Of A Dollar Upon The Heart 1/1/2004
34. Should The Wide World Roll Away 1/1/2004
35. I Have Heard The Sunset Song Of The Birches 1/1/2004
36. The Ocean Said To Me Once, 1/1/2004
37. In The Night 1/1/2004
38. The Way Your Little Finger Moved 1/1/2004
39. Why? 4/2/2010
40. Once There Came A Man 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Stephen Crane

A Man Said To The Universe:

A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

Read the full of A Man Said To The Universe:

Legends

I

A MAN builded a bugle for the storms to blow.
The focused winds hurled him afar.
He said that the instrument was a failure.

II

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?"

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