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A man said to the universe: “Sir I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”
“A Man Said To The Universe" Stephan Crane
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Think as I Think
Think as I Think
Carpe Diem #877 Experiencing the Deep North; making the coolness; crawling out and inspired by Hammish’s post: The Parade of Charades crawling out from under every rock -politicians politicians – hatred and bigotry spewing across the airwaves worming their way through our thoughts poisoning all they touch. ………………………………………………….. “Think as I think,” said a man, “Or you are abominably wicked; You…
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In the Desert - Stephan 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.”
Once, I knew a fine song, —It is true, believe me,— It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! They all flew away. I cried, “Come back, little thoughts!” But they only laughed. They flew on Until they were as sand Thrown between me and the sky.
Stephan Crane, “LXV [Once, I knew a fine song]
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.”
“The Black Riders (part III)” by Stephan Crane
No deserto
No deserto eu vi uma criatura, nua, bestial Que, agachada no chão, Segurava o coração nas mãos, E comendo dele. Eu disse, "É bom, amigo?" "É amargo ... amargo," ele respondeu "Mas eu gosto, porque é amargo, E porque é meu coração." Stephen crane