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Fire and water.Fire and water, closer than we think.We always think of fireThe destroyer, the demolisher.We always think waterThe life-bringer, the rebuilderBut, what about flash floods? by Sinclaire.

Hopkins considers the chaotic world of nature – which seems to bear out Heraclitus’ notion that everything came from fire and will return to it – and then finds comfort in the chaos by recalling his faith in the Christian idea of the Resurrection. 7 years ago.

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The madness lights my fireBut water drowns my willHungry wolf under full moonlightI am a mortal still.Or, am I now anotherA moth within a flameBegging for my freedomAnd screaming from my pain.The rain lasts but an instantYet my fire has grown dimContent with what life gave meBut still I think of him.And wait beneath the full moonLike hunter waits for preyFor life may change tomorrowIf it does not change today.

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by Hannah Emellia Jun 17, 2010 category : Love, romance / love is. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. The chairs are ankle-deep inside, drawers filled with former lives are damaged, it's raining in the stairwell where the weather was so lovely.

Fire and water, closer than we think.
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Spreading nutrients, And maintaining habitats? Fire's heat grew more amorous, fanning his desires until he made more promises, and more, but just as they thought that it was all done with, and was about to end, she leapt over to the other side where Water waited quietly, but Fire was quick too, for the moment when her feet were poised to take the leap he reached out with his long tongue and gave her a kiss. We always think water The life-bringer, the rebuilder But, what about flash floods? This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. water (the girl) would make fire glum, she would put out the flames of the boy’s heart, they would be upset .

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but knowing that fire gives too .

kz/July 1998

Fire And Water Poem by Sarah Burkhart - Poem Hunter. The madness lights my fire But water drowns my will Hungry wolf under full moonlight I am a mortal still. So she would always remember the bitter almond taste of his longing. fire and water.

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We always think of fire The destroyer, the demolisher. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Gajanan Mishra (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India) #252 on top 500 poets. .. Finding balance in our lives.. everything in moderation.. Surname* : comment. Perfectly stated! Spreading nutrients, And maintaining habitats? 8 years ago. Rushing, raging taking all. You have real talent for poetry.

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Fire spoke to her before the child was born, caressing her long hair, her pale skinspeaking sweetly, making sweet promises, seducing her into a state of insensibility.The child beat its tiny fists against its watery cradle crying out voicelessly untilthe woman heeded.


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I have walked alone, died alone, cried alone. One of Hopkins’s most ambitious and innovative poems, this poem begins as a Petrarchan sonnet but is then extended into a longer 24-line poem.