Nature
III. To the maiden
From War Is Kind (1899)
Nature
To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
Alive with little froth-people
Singing.
To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
Superlative in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.
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MLA
Crane, Stephen. “III. To the maiden.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/72/.
Chicago
Crane, Stephen. “III. To the maiden.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/72/.
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