Friday, April 14, 2006

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."
--S. Crane

I first read this poem in 2000 and didn't understand it. Now I understand it and I wish I didn't.


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