A flame is in my blood
burning dry life, to the bone.
I do not sing of stone,
now, I sing of wood.
It is light and coarse:
made of a single spar,
the oak-s deep heart,
and the fisherman-s oar.
Drive them deep, the piles:
hammer them in tight,
around wooden Paradise,
where everything is light.
A Flame Is In My Blood
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Poem topics: heart, life, single, paradise, flame, bone, stone, light, deep, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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strachan....surname: He has put a fire in jacob that will never go out
from the OT bible.
In the blood of jacob?
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