“One who walks from fire to fire dies from the cold.”
Antonio Porchia (1885–1968) Italian Argentinian poet
Voces (1943)
“Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.”
— Geoffrey Chaucer, book The Canterbury Tales
The Reeve's Tale, l. 388
The Canterbury Tales
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