I once saw a man in the desert, naked, bestial.
In his hand he held his heart, and ate of it.
I asked him, "Friend, is it good?" He replied,
"It is bitter, bitter, but I like it because it is
bitter, and because it is my heart."
"The Black Riders and Other Lines"
-a poem by Stephen Crane.
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In his hand he held his heart, and ate of it.
I asked him, "Friend, is it good?" He replied,
"It is bitter, bitter, but I like it because it is
bitter, and because it is my heart."
"The Black Riders and Other Lines"
-a poem by Stephen Crane.
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