Poetry

Salvatore Ala


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20 december 2014

Firebird Sunset

That’s the Phoenix! That’s the myth!
That’s what the storybooks   
Have been trying to tell me. The firebird
Nests in the searing winds of time.
It migrates to the forests of the sun.
It lives in the drop of fire behind the eyes
And perches on the volcano in the ribs.
You’ll know the firebird by its ashes,
By how the sunset beats its wings
And flames out like a cosmic fire.   
Better to start living, to start loving, 
Better to be consumed with joy
Than live another day without rebirth,
Without music that catches fire
Or words that cast a burning shadow.






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