Winter Fire

Winter Fire written by William Henry Davies

From "A Poet's Calendar", 1927

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How bleak and cold the air is now
The Sun has never left his bed:
He has a thick grey blanket pulled
All over his shoulders and head.

Big birds that only have one cry,
And little birds with perfect songs,
Are silent all, and work their wings
Much faster than they work their tongues.

I'll turn that black-faced nigger, Coal,
Into an Indian painted red;
And let him dance and fire wild shots
Into the chimney overhead.

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