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“Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.”

Quote by Stephen Crane

Book:War Is Kind and Other Poems

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War Is Kind and Other Poems

This volume compiles a selection of poems that delve into the complexities and consequences of war, offering a nuanced perspective on the human experience during times of conflict. more

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Stephen Crane was a prominent American author of the late 19th century, known for his realistic style and profound portrayals of war and poverty. His most famous work, 'The Red Badge of Courage,' is considered one of the greatest war novels in American literary history. more

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