Stephen Crane

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

A Spirit Sped - Poem by Stephen Crane

A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
"God! God!"
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
Ever calling,
"God! God!"
Their echoes
From crevice and cavern
Mocked him:
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
"God! God!"
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
Smote him,
And he was dead.


Comments about A Spirit Sped by Stephen Crane

  • Brian Jani (7/12/2014 8:24:00 AM)

    Amazing mind gripping piece of poetry.well done hey (Report)Reply

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    Amazing mind gripping piece of poetry.well done hey (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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