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