I live
in the borderland
I am not a man
I am not
a god
perhaps I am
both these things
in a fusion
in my hand
I hold a fire
mine to keep
or mine
to give
in my mind
I hold
a fire
I know where it is
it is mine
to take
as I please
so
flay me
for thievery
I hold the fire
flay me
for impudence
I hold the fire
one day
the eagle and I
will fly
so flay me
jealously
I have
I hold
your fire
~
Poem #517 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Prometheus reborn!
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Yes,Chelsea. If you ever get the chance, check out Fragments of a Poetics of Fire by Bachelard. Rich in material, even though incomplete.
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I’ve been enjoying your responses to Bachelard. Thank you for the suggestion.
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I couldn’t read more than a line or two without wanting to write something of my own. 700 poems later …
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Sounds like you. đŸ™‚
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