Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | January 17, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Ice and Fire

by Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599).

 

 Ice and Fire

 

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat                                   5

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

What more miraculous thing may be told,

That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,              10 

And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold,

Should kindle fire by wonderful device?

Such is the power of love in gentle mind,

That it can alter all the course of kind.

 

Notes:

http://www.english.cam.ac.uk/spenser/main.htm

http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/spenser.htm

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