Sparrow and Wolf

Friday, August 24, 2012

sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass
like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last
caught them a lark in a trap, and each held a wing
then they tore it apart, before that small bird coud sing
confused by the wind, bruised by the size of the rain
she turned in to him, begged for the light to remain
but plans have been made, all the furniture sold
so store up your hate, use it for warmth when you’re cold
for i have seen no joy, only danger,
I see no joy, only strangers,
I see no joy, see no joy in this world
should you, choose to go, please be careful of,
lonesome roads, men who travel them,
will not know, will not know of your ways
I have found myself reflecting on this line a lot lately. "Store up your hate, use it for warmth when you're cold." What do you think it means?


  1. Difficult to decipher, but I think it's maybe because hatred is not usually a cold emotion. Apathy is cold. Loneliness is cold. Sad is cold.

    Hatred is boiling; it's brewing and bubbling. It consumes you and makes you spew vicious and unrehearsed thoughts laced with red-hot heat.

    Love is warm, but it's fleeting. You shouldn't save it. It needs to be devoured in the moment and now.

    Hatred can be left to simmer. The back burner is a good place for hatred.

  2. Sometimes when you find yourself in this situation when you've been left by one of those men who travel lonesome roads, it's easy to become bitter and unfeeling. That line might mean that, in those moments when you're empty and don't feel anything at all (when you're cold) you may let the heat of that anger and hatred come through just so you can feel something-anything-because it's better than feeling nothing at all.

  3. possibly, when you get to times in your life when you feel numb and broken, think about the things that make your heart stir. whether its anger, happiness, sadness, anything that reminds you that you are alive.