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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAR IS KIND: 4, by STEPHEN CRANE Poet Analysis
First Line: A little ink more or less!
Last Line: Where is god?
First Line: A little ink more or less!
Last Line: Where is god?
A little ink more or less!
It surely can't matter?
Even the sky and the opulent sea,
The plains and the hills, aloof,
Hear the uproar of all these books.
But it is only a little ink more or less.
What?
You define me God with thee trinkets?
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced numbskulls?
And a fanfare of lights?
Or even upon the measured pulpiting
Of the familiar false and true?
Is this God?
Where, then, is hell?
Show me some bastard mushroom
Sprung from a pollution of blood.
It is better.
Where is God?
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