Life is the fire in that we burn

Life is the fire in that we burn, this is my own adaption from an American poet Delmore Schwartz’s, Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day.

I’ll reprint my favourite part here:

Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.

This has much to do with my lifetime respect for fire and the immense change one person can go through during life.

You can read the entire poem on the website here.

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