Poetry I Love: In the desert

In the desert
Stephen Crane

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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6 Responses to Poetry I Love: In the desert

  1. deanjbaker says:

    interesting to see something reminiscent of Shelley’s Ozymandias – not much attention given to Crane’s poetry – thanks

  2. JKBradley says:

    I am sitting in quiet contemplation after reading that, which is a thing which is somewhat hard to achieve. Thank you.

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