IN THE DESERT
By Steven 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."
In the margins of my notes on this poem from Dr. Ingrasci I have written:
ego-love
eating one's heart out: self pity=self love
the man eating is trying one method of surviving, but
you'll starve if you only eat of yours
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