Dare You See a Soul at the White Heat?, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Dare You See a Soul at the White Heat?

365

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

Then crouch within the door—

Red—is the Fire’s common tint—

But when the vivid Ore

Has vanquished Flame’s conditions,

It quivers from the Forge

Without a color, but the light

Of unanointed Blaze.

Least Village has its Blacksmith

Whose Anvil’s even ring

Stands symbol for the finer Forge

That soundless tugs—within—

Refining these impatient Ores

With Hammer, and with Blaze

Until the Designated Light

Repudiate the Forge—

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