The Mind
XIV. There was crimson clash of war
From The Black Riders and Other Lines (1895)
The Mind
There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering.
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?"
Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
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Crane, Stephen. “XIV. There was crimson clash of war.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/13/.
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Crane, Stephen. “XIV. There was crimson clash of war.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/13/.
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