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.
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.