Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | January 29, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Dead Fires

by Jessie Fauset (1882 – 1961).

 

Dead Fires (1922)

 

If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing, 

Then better far the hateful fret, the sting. 

Better the wound forever seeking balm 

Than this gray calm! 

 

Is this pain’s surcease? Better far the ache,                              5

The long-drawn dreary day, the night’s white wake, 

Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath 

Than passion’s death!

 

Notes:

http://voices.cla.umn.edu/vg/Bios/entries/fauset_jessie_redmon.html

http://www.cofc.edu/temples/fauset.html


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