ETERNITY OF FIRE
Phoenix says to the fire, which is fate
And bright landscape throwing its shadows,
I am one who awaits you, says he,
I come to lose myself in your grave land.
He regards the fire. How it comes,
How it plants itself in the gloomy soul,
And how dawn breaks at windows – how
Fire goes mute, falling to sleep deeper than fire.
He feeds on silence. He hopes
Each fold of an eternal silence,
As it descends on him like sand,
Will aggravate his immortality.