Fire that cancels all that is
Devours paper and pen,
And makes of the heart's histories
A cold hearth warm again.
It could as well consume a branch,
Blank paper or black coal
That now, in ashy avalanche,
Scatters the heart whole.
2
What words led to the end of words?
Coldly, all separate sighs
Shiver in flame, flying upwards,
Merged into burnt lies.
In somersaults of light, words burn
To nothingness, then roll
In dead scrolls, delicate as fern,
Or hiss like a waterfall.
3
From partial feast to total fast,
From object to mirage,
An animal that cannot last
Appears in fire's cage:
Love's crazy dog in a cold sweat,
Far from its neighborhood,
Circles the puzzle of regret,
On fire in the wood.
4
Love's ashes lie and will not rise
As fire dies to a black sun
And makes of the heart's histories
A warm hearth cold again.
Cremation's scattered dust confronts
Dead vision, and in these
Ashes I write your name once,
Bending on cold knees.
~Howard Moss
My favorite.
ReplyDeleteThis was my favorite poem as a teen, and I've searched everywhere for a copy of it until now. Thank you SO MUCH for posting this poem, it does my heart good to read it again!
ReplyDeleteGlad you found it here! I happened upon it during an assignment for a poetry class and liked it a lot. :)
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