Friday, April 17, 2015

Poem of the Week: Fire



Fire
Wilfrid Gibson


In each black tile a mimic fire's aglow,
And in the hearthlight old mahogany,
Ripe with stored sunshine that in Mexico
Poured like gold wine into the living tree
Summer on summer through a century,
Burns like a crater in the heart of night:
And all familiar things in the ingle-light
Glow with a secret strange intensity.

 And I remember hidden fires that burst
Suddenly from the midnight while men slept,
Long-smouldering rages in the darkness nursed
That to an instant ravening fury leapt,
And the old terror menacing evermore
A crumbling world with fiery molten core.



Miss Melody Muffin

1 comment:

  1. Wow. That is so beautiful! By the way, I tagged you here: http://theshyintrovert.blogspot.com/2015/04/oh-look-at-that-ive-been-tagged.html

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