Fire in Winter
Sirens honing from town five country miles
Keen through sleep, “Who burns at the heart of cold?”
Look at the sky and hour — no dawn plays so false,
No skyfire fixes with a glare that wild.
Keen through sleep, “Who burns at the heart of cold?”
Look at the sky and hour — no dawn plays so false,
No skyfire fixes with a glare that wild.
We’ll shuffle a ring ‘round the pumper and watch it burn;
No more to do while the water jellies and stands.
Save two hundred lobster traps, maybe the barn,
From going up with the house like a wringing of hands.
No more to do while the water jellies and stands.
Save two hundred lobster traps, maybe the barn,
From going up with the house like a wringing of hands.
Feel sorry. Say to him, “What can I do to help?”
He knows the rules and who lives and who plays his part.
Can we call up spirits? swallow fire at a gulp?
“Put your money where your mouth is,” says the heart.
He knows the rules and who lives and who plays his part.
Can we call up spirits? swallow fire at a gulp?
“Put your money where your mouth is,” says the heart.