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Blood and Fire

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Indigo Girls

Words and music by Amy Ray

I have spent nights with matches and knives
leaning over ledges only two flights up
cutting my heart, burning my soul
nothing left to hold
nothing left but blood and fire.

You have spent nights thinking of me
missing my arms but you needed to leave
leaving my cuts, leaving my burns
hoping I’d learn.

But blood and fire
are too much for these restless arms to hold
and my nights of desire they’re calling me
back to your fold
and I am calling you, calling you
from 10,000 miles away
won’t you whet my fire with your love
babe.

I am looking for someone who can take as much as I give
and give back as much as I need
you know and they still have the will to live – ah no
cause I am intense, I am in need
I am in pain, I am in love
and I feel forsaken you know
like the things I gave away.

And blood and fire
are too much for these restless arms to hold
and my nights of desire they’re calling me
back to your fold
and I am calling you, calling you
from 10,000 miles away
won’t you whet my fire with your love babe.

I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
you know I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
and blood and fire
are too much for these restless arms to hold
and my nights of desire they’re calling me
back to your fold
and I am calling you, calling you
from 10,000 miles away
won’t you whet my fire with your love
babe
won’t you whet my fire with your love
babe now
whet my fire with your love

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Gill Washington Poems, Robert Frost, Spirituality , , 0 Comment

 

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I like to see…

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Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop–docile and omnipotent–
At its own stable door.