Poem by Stephen Crane

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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."

1. A man toiled on a burning road
2. Upon the road of my life
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. There was a man and a woman
5. Supposing that I should have the courage

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