Adrienne Rich - Burning Oneself Out lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - Burning Oneself Out lyrics]
We can look into the stove tonight
As into a mirror, yes
The serrated log
The yellow-blue gaseous core
The crimson-flittered grey ash, yes
I know inside my eyelids
And underneath my skin
Time takes hold of us like a draft
Upward, drawing at the heats
In the belly, in the brain
You told me of setting your hand
Into the print of a long-dead Indian
And for a moment, I knew that hand
That print, that rocks
The sun producing powerful dreams
A word can do this
Or, as tonight, the mirror of the fire
Of my mind, burning as if it could go on
Burning it'self, burning down
Feeding on everything
Till there is nothing in life
That has not fed that fire
As into a mirror, yes
The serrated log
The yellow-blue gaseous core
The crimson-flittered grey ash, yes
I know inside my eyelids
And underneath my skin
Time takes hold of us like a draft
Upward, drawing at the heats
In the belly, in the brain
You told me of setting your hand
Into the print of a long-dead Indian
And for a moment, I knew that hand
That print, that rocks
The sun producing powerful dreams
A word can do this
Or, as tonight, the mirror of the fire
Of my mind, burning as if it could go on
Burning it'self, burning down
Feeding on everything
Till there is nothing in life
That has not fed that fire