is this poem saying what I think it's saying?

[xEDIT409]

UNTITLED, 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."

Is the guy enjoying his own heart b/c it is bitter, and by eating it, he is destroying his bitterness?

 

[KarenMarie]

perhaps it is more of enjoyment/comfort of familiarlity

 

[xSauronx]

i think if i wrote that in the 4th grade my teacher would have called me gross and punished me....

i like this better

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird,
Perch on my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay.
That slowly all my troubles,
Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places,
Of laughter and of fun.
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed.
And gently lowered the window,
And crushed his fvcking head.

no questions, everyone gets it, and its got a birdie.

 

[weirdichi]

Originally posted by: xSauronx
i think if i wrote that in the 4th grade my teacher would have called me gross and punished me....

i like this better

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird,
Perch on my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay.
That slowly all my troubles,
Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places,
Of laughter and of fun.
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed.
And gently lowered the window,
And crushed his fvcking head.

no questions, everyone gets it, and its got a birdie.

You would've gotten in trouble for using the word "gay." 😛

 

[KarenMarie]

we have been looking over the poem here....

desert is extreme conditions. hot daytime, freezing night time. Barren. Creature is not standing like a man, but squatting. Beastial.

Perhaps he is bitterness personified.

 

[flxnimprtmscl]

Originally posted by: KarenMarie

Perhaps he is bitterness personified.

Someone wrote a poem about Red Dawn :Q

 

[datalink7]

Originally posted by: xSauronx
i think if i wrote that in the 4th grade my teacher would have called me gross and punished me....

i like this better

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird,
Perch on my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay.
That slowly all my troubles,
Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places,
Of laughter and of fun.
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers,
Crept slowly out of bed.
And gently lowered the window,
And crushed his fvcking head.

no questions, everyone gets it, and its got a birdie.

That sounds very similar to a marching cadence that we sing in Army ROTC.

A little bird
with a little bill
was sitting on
my window sill
a little bird
with a little bill
was sitting on my window sill.

I lured him in
with a piece of bread
and then I crushed
his fvcking head.
I lured him in
with a piece of bread
and then I crushed his fcking head.

😛

 

[MournSanity]

My First Time

The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone just she and I.

Her hair was soft
Her eyes were blue
I knew just what she wanted to do.

Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers down her spine.

I didn't know how
But I tried my best
I started by placing my hands on her breast.

I remember my fear my fast beating heart
But slowly she spread her legs apart
And when I did it I felt no shame .

All at once the white stuff came
At last it's finished it's all over now
My first time ever at milking a cow.

 

[FrogDog]

Originally posted by: flxnimprtmscl

Originally posted by: KarenMarie

Perhaps he is bitterness personified.

Someone wrote a poem about Red Dawn :Q

Hahahahaaa