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Stephen Crane

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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. 

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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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Aye, workman, make me a dream,
A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
And—good workman—
And let there be a man walking thereon.

 

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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.”