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.”
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.