Gray Fire Poem by Abraham Sutzkever

Gray Fire



Who creates the gray in your hair?
Don't you know, brother:
Between earth and sky, a spinning wheel —
On the spinning wheel hangs the gray fire,
Nearby, on a cloud,
Sits your own skeleton,
He cherishes your dying,
And spins for your hair
The gray fire.

Monday, July 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,fire,hair
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Abraham Sutzkever

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Smorgon, Russian Empire
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