In the desert by Stephen Crane

Stephen Crane

In the desert by Stephen Crane

T.

Strangely wanting to disappear again.

In the desert

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.”

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