I sought some words
And sought them in vain
Daily for six weeks or so
Maybe, at last, being but a broken man
I must be satisfied with my heart
Through Winter and Summer
'Till old age begins
Through Winter and Summer
'Till old age begins
And then those masterful words were complete
Grew in my mind, so sharp and so real
Grew in my mind so sharp and so real!
Like a mound of refuge
Litter on a street
Old Jugs, bottles and a broken wheel
Old iron, old bones, old rags
Anything that would feed
My ragged heart's need
My ragged heart's need
And then those masterful words were complete
In the desert I saw a creature. naked, bestial
Who, squatting up the ground
Held his heart in his hands, And ate 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"