Stephen Maria Crane

Here you will find the Poem Scaped of poet Stephen Maria Crane


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 thoughts!' 
But they only laughed. 
They flew on 
Until they were as sand 
Thrown between me and the sky.