And in today’s Poem of the Day, “The Burning Babe,” the same infant appears in a fiery vision like the burning bush, blazing away yet unconsumed. He seems simultaneously to suffer in a furnace and to ...

The poem’s tercets evoke an uneasy balance, until the fourth stanza, where a quatrain appears, suspending time for just a little bit longer, like those who leaped from the burning floors.

Today’s Poem of the Day, “Hyla Brook,” is a “Mountain Interval” poem. It keeps company with such better-known selections as “Birches,” “The Road Not Taken,” and the terrifying “Out, Out — ,” whose ...