Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли)

The Furnace

At night I opened
    The furnace door:
The warm glow brightened
    The cellar floor.

The fire that sparkled
    Blue and red,
Kept small toes cosy
    In their bed.

As up the stair
    So late I stole,
I said my prayer:
    Thank God for coal!

1. My Wife
2. Reading Aloud
3. The 5:42
4. The Church of Unbent Knees
5. Six Weeks Old

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