Lyric Poem · Nature
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
Blood — blood and torn grass —
Had marked the rise of his agony —
This lone hunter.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the threshing of his limbs.
A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: "John!"
. . . . .
Come, arise, hunter!
Can you not hear?
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.
This poem is in the public domain.
“The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top” by Stephen Crane — quilloak.com/poems/the-chatter-of-a-death-demon-from-a-tree-top
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