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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