12,985. FOR STEPHEN CRANE HERE

FOR STEPHEN CRANE HERE

While holding the torch for the

Lamplight Parade, the fire consumed

all my vision : I went home dismayed,

with nothing more said. It was part of

my now-feeble condition.

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Long ago I got used to my own situation.

I couldn't share anyone else's; sitting

around, staying up late, to read 'Maggie:

a Girl of the Streets' by Stephen Crane.

I felt akin to the youth within.

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Now even that has passed away and I

sit in a scolding graveyard right next to

Crane's poor grave. Alone and aloof,

pushed off by others, he, like me, gets

but a very small spot of his own.