<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old men of the world have made a fire<br>To warm their trembling hands.<br>They poke the young men in.<br>The young men burn like withes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If one run a little way,<br>The old men are wrath.<br>They catch him and bind him and throw him again to the flames.<br>Green withes burn slow…<br>And the smoke of the young men's torment<br>Rises round and sheer as the trunk of a pillared oak,<br>And the darkness thereof spreads over the sky….</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green withes burn slow…<br>And the old men of the world sit round the fire<br>And rub their hands….<br>But the smoke of the young men's torment<br>Ascends up for ever and ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448118" data-title="The Fire de Lola Ridge" data-description="The old men of the world have made a fire To warm their trembling hands. They poke the young men in. The young men burn like withes. If one run a little way, The old men are wrath. They catch him and bind him and throw him again to the flames. Gr..."></div> </div> </div>

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