This is a new thing.
I will occasionally post a poem by another poet as in, not me, fully attributed. I’m guessing most of these poets will be dead. Maybe we can start a society or something.
I doubt I will add any comments, as this isn’t about analysis so much as sharing something that was, to me, arresting.
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.”