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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Stephen Crane's poem The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top

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