Monday, August 12, 2019
POEM: THIS DARK FIRE
By Donovan Baldwin
I know well,
This dark fire of which
Rostand did speak.
It burns without burning, flames
Dancing to a music only certain
Mad poets hear, blinded by
The dark dark fire
Which burns so high
Warming body and soul
To blazing fevers that signal
A special kind of illness,
That never quite ends,
And can never be healed
On earth.
This dark fire of which
Rostand did speak.
It burns without burning, flames
Dancing to a music only certain
Mad poets hear, blinded by
The dark dark fire
Which burns so high
Warming body and soul
To blazing fevers that signal
A special kind of illness,
That never quite ends,
And can never be healed
On earth.
Labels: dark fire, donovan baldwin, fire, illness, poem, poetry, poets, Rostand
