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


I believe this is my favourite poem ever. I don't know why exactly, but I have loved it from the first time I read it, in my high school English book. Thanks for reminding me of it.

posted 2300 days ago