Stephen Crane

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

To The Maiden - Poem by Stephen Crane

To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
Alive with little froth-people
Singing.

To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
Superlative in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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