Fuel
What of the silence of the keys And silvery hands? The iron sings... Though bows lie broken on the strings, The fly-wheels turn eternally... Bring fuel - drive the fires high... Throw all this artist-lumber in And foolish dreams of making things... (Ten million men are called to die.) As for the common men apart, Who sweat to keep their common breath, And have no hour for books or art - What dreams have these to hide from death!
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"What of the silence of the keys..."
This evocative piece by Lola Ridge, titled "Fuel", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...