Stephen Crane

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

Upon The Road Of My Life, - Poem by Stephen Crane

Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech:
"Who art thou?"
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And answered in haste, anxiously,
"I am good deed, forsooth;
You have often seen me."
"Not uncowled," I made reply.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the features of vanity.
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,

Comments about Upon The Road Of My Life, by Stephen Crane

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/1/2017 7:39:00 PM)

    Such a brilliant poem by Stephen Crane.... (Report) Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (11/1/2017 1:25:00 PM)

    A philosophical reflection as a muse, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (11/1/2017 12:01:00 PM)

    Amazing poem. It excellently presented the dual character of a person. Some people do good deeds just to feel good about themselves....a feeling of self pride. Great poet. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (11/1/2017 10:21:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem. Good deeds so often come veiled with vanity. Beautiful thought so well expressed. Congratulations. (Report) Reply

  • (11/1/2017 10:09:00 AM)

    Good deeds _she - good imagination. (Report) Reply

  • Glen Kappy (11/1/2017 8:05:00 AM)

    i count on stephen crane to give naked poems which pack a punch. in this one, though, i am unclear what he is feeling at the close of this one.

    i think i recognize what he is saying about those who consciously do good deeds. often they are done with a paternal attitude, a looking-down on the recipients. they are vain. for a contrast, consider the picture jesus paints of judgment in chapter 25 of matthew's gospel in the new testament. those sheep who are welcomed reply when they are told of their good deeds, when did we? in other words, they did what they did as a matter of course, because they were human, not because they were trying to do good deeds or expected any return for them. this is the essence of agape love, God's love.

    one thing i appreciate about crane in the closing three lines is his self-reflection, the considering that he may have been wrong.

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (11/1/2017 2:09:00 AM)

    While walking along road of life you will meet get many surprises. Nice ink. Loved it.Congrats. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/1/2017 12:23:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful philosiphical poem on life having touching expression. Nice penmanship. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/1/2016 6:41:00 PM)

    The road of life is both rough as you see and a well-paved highway ahead...... (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (11/1/2016 8:51:00 AM)

    Reading the poem I remembered instantly Geeta's teaching, even Sattwa (goodness) comes wrapped in ego's high vanity. So beautifully this eternal teaching presented in this poem. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (11/1/2016 8:19:00 AM)

    An archaic poem..., the emotion said is a momentary reflex without any restraint....the way it is written is good-10 (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (11/1/2016 6:43:00 AM)

    Is it a moment, in life, of disappointment, I wonder. Congrats for being at the top. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (11/1/2016 2:01:00 AM)

    A philosophical nicely presented through this small poem. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/1/2016 1:13:00 AM)

    Facing the facts of life
    Like the others. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (11/1/2016 12:32:00 AM)

    Upon The Road Of My Life
    This is not a modern poem.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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