Stephen Crane

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

Black Waves - Poem by Stephen Crane

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;
Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of the black waves
For long and in loneliness.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 16, 2015



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