365
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-
Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the Designated Light
Repudiate the Forge-
Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: fire, red, soul, white, door, flame, common, color, light, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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