People usually don't recognize Crane as a poet [he also wrote The Red Badge of Courage and The Open Boat]. His poems read like short, stark proverbs...not all of them are terribly poetic, but most include vivid images. 
 Here's one: 
 I saw a man pursuing the horizon; 
 Round and round they sped. 
 I was disturbed at this; 
 I accosted the man. 
 "It is futile," I said, 
 "You can never--" 
 "You lie," he cried, 
 And ran on. 
 And part of another: 
 A lad and a maid in a canoe, 
 And a paddle making silver turmoil