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 (1871-1900)
terça-feira, 22 de maio de 2007
In the desert
Posted by vallera at 00:14
Labels: poesia, Stephen Crane
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