What's in a Name?

I feel terribly remiss. This blog has lacked an essential component: poetry.

How could a man named after a great poet be so careless?

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.

Stephen Crane