A flame is in my blood
Read 'A flame is in my blood' by 'Osip Mandelstam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
A flame is in my blood
burning dry life, to the bone.
I do not sing of stone,
now, I sing of wood.
It is light and coarse:
made of a single spar,
the oak’s deep heart,
and the fisherman’s oar.
Drive them deep, the piles:
hammer them in tight,
around wooden Paradise,
where everything is light.
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