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The Phoenix
There sits a dull grey pile of ash
created from a blazing fire
which sprung forth from a brilliant flash.
How many times can he expire
and then somehow be born again?
There sits a dull grey pile of ash
created from a blazing fire
which sprung forth from a brilliant flash.
How many times can he expire
and then somehow be born again?
Still, we watch for his bright plumage.
The question is not how, but when
he’ll arise from cindered tomb-age.
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The above Goethe Stanza poem was written in response to a prompt from Poets United Think Tank Thursday. The theme was 'fire.'
