“We were put into our bodies, as fire is put into a pan to be carried about. . . . We are children of the fire, made of it. . . . And this hidden truth . . . draws us to the consideration of the nature and functions of the Poet.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
"God's word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot." - Jeremiah ben Hilkiah
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Poet of Fire
Posted by Unknown at 4:06 p.m.
Labels: aesthetics, poetry
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