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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PYRE, by LOUISE S. BABER First Line: I'm building one last bonfire friend Last Line: But blindly fling them in the flame. Subject(s): Fire | |||
I'm building one last bonfire friend, 'Twill measure to the yardstick's end; I'm bringing from the attic grey, Where dusty dreams were hid away -- Ambition, hope of great success, Old wrongs, and cravings for redress, Dreams of wealth and dreams of fame; And throwing all into the flame. I'm building slow to cremate here The dross of many a passing year; Selfish likes and fears of pain, And jealousies of others' gain; And the arrogance of willful youth And all the cold hard facts of truth I dare not look; the hurt's the same, But blindly fling them in the flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN TO A YOUNG LADY by MAURICE BARING OUR DRIFTWOOD FIRE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE NIGHT FIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY WATER, WINTER, FIRE by MARVIN BELL THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAMSON PREDICTS FROM GAZA THE PHILADELPHIA FIRE by LUCILLE CLIFTON ALADDIN LAMP by MADELINE DEFREES STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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