Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, 'Is it good, friend?'
It is bitter -- bitter,' he answered,
But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, 'Is it good, friend?'
It is bitter -- bitter,' he answered,
But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.
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