Mother of flames, The men that went ahunting Are asleep in the snow drifts. You have kept the fire burning! Crooked fingers that pull Fuel from among the wet leaves, Mother of flames You have kept the fire burning! The young wives have fallen asleep With wet hair, weeping, Mother of flames! The young men raised the heavy spears And are gone prowling in the darkness. O mother of flames, You who have kept the fire burning! Lo, I am helpless! Would God they had taken me with them! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY NINETH DECADE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND HIGH SUMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON A LEGAL STAIRCASE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |