Given some of the diaries and comments over the past couple of days I thought that everyone could use a little poetry to soothe their savage breasts. Put on some Bach, sit back, and enjoy.
In the Desert
By Stephen Crane
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.”