Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIRES, by HARRIET SEYMOUR First Line: Beside the orange spatterings of fire Last Line: We turned to go, in silent, sudden pain. Subject(s): Pain; Storms; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
Beside the orange spatterings of fire That fleck the wall-like blackness of the night, We sat in ecstasy, my dearest one, And dreamed of other fires, wild and bright. But as we dreamed, the fire burned down and down, Becoming cracking embers, red-hot still, Then falling soon to ashes, crumbling gray A cold, dead heap of nothing on the hill! "This cannot happen to our fire," we cried "Its flame is here in us, sweet, leaping, warm And yet, beloved, like a drum, we heard The strange insistence of the coming storm. The searching winds too quickly found that heap And threw it in the drenched face of the rain. Then every trace of our brave fire was gone We turned to go, in silent, sudden pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR DEATH OF THE DREAMER by HARRIET SEYMOUR |
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