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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLACK RIDERS: 65, by STEPHEN CRANE Poet Analysis First Line: Once, I knew a fine song Last Line: Thrown between me and the sky. Variant Title(s): Scaped | |||
ONCE I knew a fine song, -- It is true, believe me, -- It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! they all flew away. I cried, "Come back, Little Thought!" But they only laughed. They flew on Until they were as sand Thrown between me and the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 22 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE |
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