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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAR IS KIND: 19, by STEPHEN CRANE Poet Analysis First Line: The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Last Line: The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top. | |||
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood -- blood and torn grass -- Had marked the rise of his agony -- This lone hunter. The grey-green woods impassive Had watched the threshing of his limbs. A canoe with flashing paddle, A girl with soft searching eyes, A call: "John!" . . . . . . . . . . . . Come, arise, hunter! Can you not hear? The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top. | 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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