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Stephen Crane

Data de nascimento: 1. Novembro 1871
Data de falecimento: 5. Junho 1900
Outros nomes:স্টিফেন ক্রেন, स्टिफ़ेन क्रैन

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Stephen Crane foi um romancista estado-unidense, poeta e jornalista, nascido em Newark, New Jersey.

Era o 14.º filho de um pastor metodista. Desde muito cedo começa a escrever. Após a morte da mãe, em 1890, parte para Nova Iorque, onde trabalha como freelancer. A sua primeira obra, Maggie-A girl of the streets,constitui o primeiro momento do movimento naturalista americano.

Contudo, a sua obra mais importante continua a ser The Red Badge of Courage: An Episode of the American Civil , que é um documento extraordinário sobre a guerra de secessão. Contemporâneo e admirador de H. G. Wells, amigo de Joseph Conrad, foi jornalista em Cuba e na Grécia. Morreu na Alemanha com apenas 28 anos, vítima de tuberculose.

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„Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.“

—  Stephen Crane
Context: Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Do Not Weep, Maiden, For War is Kind, No. 1, st. 1

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„The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.“

—  Stephen Crane
Context: The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. Ch. 1 First lines.

„I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.“

—  Stephen Crane
Context: I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never—""You lie," he cried, And ran on. XXIV

„They were going to look at war, the red animal — war, the blood-swollen god. And they were deeply engrossed in this march.“

—  Stephen Crane
Context: The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground, went calmly on through fields and woods. The youth looked at the men nearest him, and saw, for the most part, expressions of deep interest, as if they were investigating something that had fascinated them. One or two stepped with overvaliant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look at war, the red animal — war, the blood-swollen god. And they were deeply engrossed in this march. Ch. 3

„The hard waves see an arm flung high;
Scorn hits strong because of a lie;
Yet there exists a mystic tie.
Unwind my riddle.“

—  Stephen Crane
Context: Unwind my riddle. Cruel as hawks the hours fly; Wounded men seldom come home to die; The hard waves see an arm flung high; Scorn hits strong because of a lie; Yet there exists a mystic tie. Unwind my riddle. Epigraph in " The Clan of No Name http://web.archive.org/20040803101258/www.geocities.com/stephen_crane_us/clannoname.html" (1899); published in the anthology Wounds in the Rain (1900)

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