They held a green unburnt desire. They held it long and let it burn. The burn they cast into the fire. They looked and saw an ash to learn. They learned the ash. They set it down And threw the other part away. And when they turned, the ash had blown. The ash had come but not to stay. They brushed the stone. They fired the green, And from the green there rose a flame, And from the flame there was a dream, And in the dream the ash again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PROVINCIA DESERTA by EZRA POUND MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD |