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.”
XLII I walked in a desert And I cried, “Ah, God, take me from this place!” A voice said, “It is no desert.” I cried, “Well, but— The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.” A voice said, “It is no desert.”
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