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where the steep and gray rock face presides
where the dizzying infinite heather,
and the silent days softly reside,
there, the burning hot fermenting log-fire
makes a bonfire volcanic with dust
and from hundreds of crevices tiny
its gray smoke rises high to the sky.<\/span><\/p>\n
with eyes blaring porcelain white.
He perspires and battles his hunger
In his bouts with the wintertime nights.<\/p>\n
even hidden as if it were dead,
every fire is truly fire,
even when it is not flaming red.<\/p>\n
burning in the ravine,
just to appear as flames,
at night when unseen.<\/p>\n
our hate and hope for earthly goods,
the gentle smoke plumes rising
and resting on the still woods.<\/span><\/p>\n
out of earth and out of fire,
to wend their way all dreamily
o\u2019er the scraggly mountain gyre.<\/p>\n
of a spirit aroused to the core –
it is gray, it is doused,
it has vanished, it is log-fire smoke \u2013 but nothing more.<\/p>\n
English translation by: Linda Schenck<\/p>\n