War is Kind
War is Kind
What Says the Sea, Little Shell?
To the maiden
A little ink more or less!
Have you ever made just a man?
I explain the silvered passing...
I have heard the sunset song of the birches
Fast rode the knight
Forth went the candid man
You tell me this is God?
On the desert...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
A slant of sun on dull brown walls
Once a man clambering to the house-tops
The successful man...
In the night
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
A man said to the universe
When the prophet, a complacent fat man
There was a land where lived no violets
There was one I met upon the road
Aye, workman, make me a dream
Each small gleam...
The trees in the garden rained flowers.
Thou art my love
Love, forgive me if I wish you grief
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved
Once I saw thee idly rocking
Tell me why, behind thee
And yet I have seen thee happy with me
I heard thee laugh
I wonder if sometimes in the dusk
Love met me at noonday
I have seen thy face aflame
The Battle Hymn
When a people reach
Little Birds of the Night
A lad and a maid
There exists the eternal fact of conflict
Vocalist - Richard Titus
Poem source: Stephen Crane - Complete Poems - American Poets Project - 2011