Favorite Poems
Throughout My Life
46: “A Man Said to the Universe," from War Is Kind (1899), by Stephen Crane
(1871–1900)
His life was
short—just like his verse.
He called
them “lines”—as if a curse
Would fall
on him if he weren’t terse.
They aren’t
too hard to memorize—
So short,
succinct, full of surprise—
Importance
is not linked to size.
Crane played
some baseball—Syracuse.
This never
ceases to amuse
Me. And, as
well, a bit, confuse:
The man
whose lines are like his name—
So edged and
simple—sharp but tame—
Could line a
triple in a game.
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