If you’ve managed to make it this far into April Fools’ Day without incident, congratulations. Any sugar-salt-switches or waiting buckets of water over doors aside, today marks the start of National Poetry month in the US. I hope you all remembered to get your free copies of Poetry for the festivities, but if you didn’t, I’ll be posting a poem a day in the spirit of the thing. To start us off, one of my favorites poems by Newark’s own Stephen Crane.
In the Desert 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.”