In the desertI 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.”
Thursday, September 19, 2013
“Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.”
its latest publisher's painful effort to spin it as the next great thing, I feel a bit like the creature in Stephen Crane's short poem, "In the Desert."