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In the Desert by Stephen Crane | Poetry Foundation

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In the desert

Share 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.” Source: Twentieth-Century American Poetry (2004)

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