Stephen Crane's "Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind" presents a harrowing view of war. The title serves as a refrain, which the narrator returns to again and again at the end of three of the five stanzas, after describing the fallout associated with war. Within the various images that Crane presents are some reasons that people fight wars. However, Crane doesn't simply present the reasons; instead, they are subtly embedded within the stanzas themselves.
In stanza two, Crane writes:
Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them,
Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom-
A field where a thousand corpses lie.
The "[l]ittle souls who thirst for fight" can be interpreted as people who enjoy fighting. However, Crane is careful to call the souls "little," as if suggesting that a bigger, more fully-formed soul would understand that war and violence is not an answer.
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