Stephen Crane

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

There Was Crimson Clash Of War. - Poem by Stephen Crane

There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering.
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?"
Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamour of tongues,
That still the reason was not.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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