PAUL AUSTER BRINGS US STEPHEN CRANE ~

 

STEPHEN CRANE ~

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There is a grey thing that lives in the tree-tops

None know the horror of its sight

Save those who meet death in the wilderness

But one is enabled to see

To see the branches move at its passing

To hear at times the wail of black laughter

And to come often upon mystic places

Places where the thing has just been.



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S  T  E  P  H  E  N     C R A N E
Complete poems
THE LIBRARY OF AMERICA 2011