“And yet I strove — and I was fire
And ice — and fire and ice were one
In one vast hunger of desire.”
Young Adventure (1918), The Quality of Courage
Context: p>The iron ice stung like a goad,
Slashing the torn shoes from my feet,
And all the air was bitter sleet. And all the land was cramped with snow,
Steel-strong and fierce and glimmering wan,
Like pale plains of obsidian.
— And yet I strove — and I was fire
And ice — and fire and ice were one
In one vast hunger of desire.</p
