Behold, the grave of a wicked man by Stephen Crane
It’s amazing how much you can read when you’re 1) stuck in an airport or 2) on a plane. Today I read The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane. I’m rather embarrassed to admit that I’d not read it before. A line in it reminded me this short poem. Here’s another for today.
Behold, the grave of a wicked man
By Stephen Crane
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.
There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
“No flowers for him,” he said.
The maid wept:
“Ah, I loved him.”
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
“No flowers for him.”
Now, this is it—
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?
Thanks for all the finds, you’ve illuminated my little corner to a plethora of beautiful works.