Pool
Out of the fire
Came a man sunken
To less than cinders,
A tea-cup of ashes or so.
And I,
The gold in the house,
Writhed into a stiff pool.
Poems on the topic: gold
Poems on the topic “gold” on Poets.by.
To a Young Boy
Poor son of strife —
Child of inequality and growth —
You will never learn; you have only to live.
You will never know the peace of order,
Routine will crush you.
Safe toil has always thought of time,
But you will work in utter concentration.
Fierce as fire.
You will find no steady excellence:
You will spend your life in a ditch, grubbing for grains of gold.
Remember, my dear son,
That gold is gold.
You will find no steady virtue:
You will live sometimes with holy ecstasy, sometimes with shoddy sin.
You will keep no constant faith,
But with an agony of faithful longing you will hate a lie.
Gold
Gold is under these hills;
And the wind piles sand
Through the cracks of deserted cabins.
Gold chinked over the counters,
Gold poured into the glasses,
Gold flickered and flamed
In the spendthrift gleam
Of a woman's hair ...
Gold is under these hills.
Gold in the empty sunlight.
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