Thursday, February 14, 2008

I like it because it is bitter, and because it is my heart.

From "The Black Riders and Other Lines" 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."

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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Poetry for the really lost

Seven roads septverged in a yellow woods.
What now, smart guy?

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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Poetry for the lost

Two roads converged in a yellow wood.
This can't be the right way.

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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Poetry for quantum physicists

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Unobserved, I took them both.

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