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Stephen Crane quotes about hand

American Writer November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900

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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. Stephen Crane
A learned man came to me once. He said, "I know the way, -- come."And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we. Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, "I am lost. Stephen Crane
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 them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Stephen Crane
The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse. The invulnerable dead man forced a way for himself. The youth looked keenly at the ashen face. The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a hand were stroking it. He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question. Stephen Crane
Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys. Stephen Crane

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