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Stephen Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey, in 1871. A prolific writer of poetry and fiction, his books include The Red Badge of Courage (D. Appleton & Co., 1895), The Black Riders and Other Lines (Boston, Copeland, and Day, 1895), War is Kind (F. A. Stokes, 1899). He died in June of 1900. 

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never—"

"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.

This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 21, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 21, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Stephen Crane

Stephen Crane, born in 1871, was a prolific writer of poetry and fiction and considered a foundation of American naturalism.

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A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”

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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

   Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment
   Little souls who thirst for fight,
   These men were born to drill and die
   The unexplained glory flies above
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In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”