Three things are never satisfied; four never say, "Enough": Sheol, the barren womb, the earth ever thirsty for water, and the fire... that never says, "Enough."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And songs climb out of the flames of the near campfires, Pale, pastel things exquisite in their frailness... With a note or two to indicate it isn't lost, On them at least. The songs decorate our notion of the world And mark its limits, like a frieze of soap-bubbles.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Call us what you will, we are made such by love; Call her one, me another fly,... We're tapers too, and at our own cost die, And we in us find the eagle and the dove The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us; we two being one are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When there was no more lantern in the kitchen, The fire got out through crannies in the stove... And danced in yellow wrigglers on the ceiling, As much at home as if they'd always danced there.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And oh, I knew, I knew, And said out loud, I couldn't bide the smother... And heat so close in; but the thought of all The woods and town on fire by me, and all The town turned out to fight for me that held me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"... War is for everyone, for children too. I wasn't going to tell you and I mustn't.... The best way is to come uphill with me And have our fire and laugh and be afraid."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Why wouldn't it scare me to have a fire Begin in smudge with ropy smoke, and know... That still, if I repent, I may recall it, But in a moment not: a little spurt Of burning fatness, and then nothing but The fire itself can put it out, and that By burning out...."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming He burned his house down for the fire insurance... And spent the proceeds on a telescope To satisfy a lifelong curiosity About our place among the infinities.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »