They're burning off at the Rampadells,
The tawny flames uprise,
With greedy licking around the trees;
The fierce breath sears our eyes.
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The fire bites deep in that beating heart,
The creamy smoke-wreaths ooze
From cracks and knot-holes along the trunk
To melt in greys and blues.
The young horned moon.. very fine expressions. tony
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The fire bites deep in that beating heart, The creamy smoke-wreaths ooze From cracks and knot-holes along the trunk To melt in greys and blues. The young horned moon.. very fine expressions. tony
Great comment Antony! I'm doing a survey about this poem. Can you tell me what you think this poem is about and how these expressions created imagery in your head.
Great comment Antony! We are doing a survey about this poem. Could you please explain what you think this poem is about and how you think these expressions created imagery in your mind. Much appreciated!