Stephen Crane (November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900) was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
Prolific throughout his short life, he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. He is recognized by modern critics as one of the most innovative writers of his generation.
journalist, poet, prose writer
Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
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.