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."
-Stephen Crane
Posted by pooka (Member # 5003) on :
Woman Whoa, man Woe-oe-oe-oe man She got me hornin' Saturday mornin' She stole my heart and my cat Hey, Jane, get me off this crazy thing Called love. :almost blows out candle:
-Charlie Mackenzie
[ March 15, 2004, 12:30 PM: Message edited by: pooka ]
Posted by Jon Boy (Member # 4284) on :
*snaps fingers*
Posted by katharina (Member # 827) on :
Stephen Crane poetry! I love this.
Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help, For his name was heart's pain.
Posted by katharina (Member # 827) on :
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind.
Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the Battle-God, great, and his Kingdom - A field wher a thousand corpses lie.
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind.
Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.
Posted by katharina (Member # 827) on :
A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
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