Behold, The Grave Of A Wicked Man Poem by Stephen Crane

Behold, The Grave Of A Wicked Man

Rating: 2.8

Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.

There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
"No flowers for him," he said.
The maid wept:
"Ah, I loved him."
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
"No flowers for him."

Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?

Ruta Mohapatra 15 October 2018

One of the best poems on love which knows no bounds, never sits on judgement!

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Rajnish Manga 01 November 2016

Lovely poem with a captivating narrative. True love has its own way and it does not get scared of superfluous allegations or aspersions. Nicely crafted. Thanks.

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Alexander Egbe Onoja 20 October 2015

This is one of the best piece have read so far. So many people may not know why, but i get the message the writer passing, leaving the readers a question to debate on.

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Will Barber 22 November 2006

Ye who asprire to write verse - look here! Foolish words, empty gestures, cannot airbrush the true word.

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