This was the title of my column when I was in high school. Naturally my teacher expected me to have read Dante. Oh, I have a special circle in my mind just for you, I thought.
I mean—nobody got it. I was writing and writing and writing. I was exorcising a demon. Of my childhood? Of my writing? Weren’t they one and the same?
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.