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The University of Virginia Edition of The Works of Stephen Crane

Volume X : Poems and Literary Remains
Crane, Stephen (1871-1900)

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The Black Riders and Other Lines
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War is Kind
 69. 
[Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind]
 70. 
[What says the sea, little shell]
 71. 
[To the maiden]
 72. 
[A little ink more or less]
 73. 
[“Have you ever made a just man?”]
 74. 
[I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night]
 75. 
[I have heard the sunset song of the birches]
 76. 
[Fast rode the knight]
 77. 
[Forth went the candid man]
 78. 
[You tell me this is God]
 79. 
[On the desert]
 80. 
[A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices]
 81. 
[The wayfarer]
 82. 
[A slant of sun on dull brown walls]
 83. 
[Once a man clambering to the house-tops]
 84. 
[There was a man with tongue of wood]
 85. 
[The successful man has thrust himself]
 86. 
[In the night]
 87. 
[The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top]
 88. 
[The impact of a dollar upon the heart]
 89. 
[A man said to the universe]
 90. 
[When the prophet, a complacent fat man]
 91. 
[There was a land where lived no violets]
 92. 
[There was one I met upon the road]
 93. 
[Aye, workman, make me a dream]
 94. 
[Each small gleam was a voice]
 95. 
[The trees in the garden rained flowers]
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[“INTRIGUE”]
 96. 
[Thou art my love]
 97. 
[Love forgive me if I wish you grief]
 98. 
[Ah, God, the way your little finger moved]
 99. 
[Once I saw thee idly rocking]
 100. 
[Tell me why, behind thee]
 101. 
[And yet I have seen thee happy with me]
 102. 
[I heard thee laugh]
 103. 
[I wonder if sometimes in the dusk]
 104. 
[Love met me at noonday]
 105. 
[I have seen thy face aflame]
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Uncollected Poems

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57

[The impact of a dollar upon the heart]

The impact of a dollar upon the heart
Smiles warm red light
Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white table,
With the hanging cool velvet shadows
Moving softly upon the door.
The impact of a million dollars
Is a crash of flunkeys
And yawning emblems of Persia
Cheeked against oak, France and a sabre,
The outcry of old Beauty
Whored by pimping merchants
To submission before wine and chatter.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles
Forgetting place, multitude, work and state,
Champing and mouthing of hats
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
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