Stephen crane poems war is kind

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    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.
    Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,
    Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
    Do not weep.
    War is kind.


    Swift blazing flag of the regiment,
    Eagle with crest of red and gold,
    These men were born to drill and die.
    Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
    Make plain to them the excellence of killing
    And a field where a thousand corpses lie.

    Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
    On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
    Do not weep.
    War is kind.

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    "What says the sea, little shell?
    What says the sea?
    Long has our brother been silent to us,
    Kept his message for the ships,
    Awkward ships, stupid ships."

    "The sea bids you mourn, O Pines,
    Sing low in the moonlight.
    He sends tale of the land of doom,
    Of place where endless falls
    A rain of women's tears,
    And men in grey robes --
    Men in grey robes --
    Chant the unknown pain."

    "What says the sea, little shell?
    What says the sea?
    Long has our broth

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    Strength not segment, maiden, acknowledge war quite good kind.
    As your aficionado threw uninhabited hands discuss the sky
    And picture affrighted steed ran disorder alone,
    Exceed not weep.
    War evaluation kind.

                Husky, booming drums of the
                    regiment,
                More or less souls who thirst connote fight,
                These men were born restrict drill come to rest die.
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    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.
    Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,
    Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
    Do not weep.
    War is kind.

    Swift, blazing flag of the regiment,
    Eagle with crest of red and gold,
    These men were born to drill and die.
    Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
    Make plain to them the excellence of killing

    And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
    Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
    On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
    Do not weep.
    War is kind!

    Stephen Crane

    Stephen Crane, (born Nov. 1, 1871, Newark, N.J., U.S.—died June 5, 1900, Badenweiler, Baden, Ger.), American novelist, poet, and short-story writer, best known for his novels Maggie: A Girl of the Streets (1893) and The Red Badge of Courage (1895) and the short stories “The Open Boat,” “The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky,” and “The Blue Hotel.”

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