Stephen CraneThe Black Riders And Other Lines

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III

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.”


IV

Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.


VIII
I looked here;
I looked there;
Nowhere could I see my love.
And – this time –
She was in my heart.
Truly, then, I have no complaint,
For though she be fair and fairer,
She is none so fair as she

In my heart.


XLVII
– „Think as I think,” said a man,
„Or you are abominably wicked;
You are a toad.”
– And after I had thought of it,
I said, „I will, then, be a toad.”


LX
– Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech:
„Who art thou?”
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And answered in haste, anxiously,
„I am good deed, forsooth;
You have often seen me.”
„Not uncowled,” I made reply.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the features of vanity.
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,
„Fool!”

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