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.�
By 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.�