Fire and Flood

Wednesday Wisdom With Emily Dickinson

“Out of the fire flew a beautiful bird, who, singing deliciously, rose up high into the air”

You cannot put a Fire out —
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan —
Upon the slowest Night —

You cannot fold a Flood —
And put it in a Drawer —
Because the Winds would find it out —
And tell your Cedar Floor —