The White Heat

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
  Then crouch within the door --
  Red -- is the Fire's common tint --
  But when the vivid Ore
  Has vanquished Flame's conditions,
  It quivers from the Forge
  Without a color, but the light
  Of unanointed Blaze.
  Least Village has its Blacksmith
  Whose Anvil's even ring
  Stands symbol for the finer Forge
  That soundless tugs -- within --
  Re[f]ining these impatient Ores
  With Hammer, and with Blaze
  Untile the Designated Light
  Repudiate the Forge

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…

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